This is a song about "Baltimore niggers"

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I've been putting on mass like all these niggers here to worship.

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

Can you picture my specific plan

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

While im dishing out all of their wishes and burnin em faster than niggers in

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

For every niggers who died protesting through the streets

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs