This is a song about "Bitch nigger"

Fuckin myopic bitch

Never agree with that message

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

Murder bet i wrote her, kudos to the killer

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

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

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

But i'm so committed, they have grown familiar

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

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

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

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Double m self made we forever rich

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

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