This is a song about "Baltimore niggers"

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

For every niggers who died protesting through the streets

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

Shit done changed since the wop and the running man

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

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

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

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

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

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his