This is a song about "Batman nigger"

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

Hey, the mind state of a winner

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you

Just another dead nigger what the fuck do you expect from some one who

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

I pipe in and one night her

I'm batman your the joker

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Nigger this, whitey that man i don't understand it,

Not a nigger, not a blood, never been witht the crips,

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

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

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait