This is a song about "Awil nigger"

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

A true nigger that aint scared to pull trigger

Oh what a cold world for a broke nigga--it's bitter

There he goes on his face like a nigger can't skate.

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

And then donkey punch every other nigger cause they all just bologna

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

With a gun, wish i could see him clearer

Play with life like a game, so i'm a nigger with my own spinner

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Okay then how bout i go mad and say the waord nigger,