This is a song about "Big nigger"

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Lil nigger- you think pricks like a gold digger you're told

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

But all i hear is "nigger nigger" my rhymes are sicker

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

I never use a fork i always spoon her

You missed that tearing muscles make you big

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

Big tits and a big ass

I can get straight to the cash

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Big pun and big l's lifestylez ov da poor and dangerous,

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see