This is a song about "Bitch nigger"

Now you got me hopped up on that

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

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

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Uhh, so why ain't i go to college

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

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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

But this bitch really think that i'm 'bout to buy her dinner

Can’t take no more of your shit cause i can do better without you

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

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

And that i spent the night with her