This is a song about "Bitch nigger"

I'm sure to get rich

You mediocre bitch

Fuckin myopic bitch

I created this image

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

I’m picking through the crowd tryna see a little clearer

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

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

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

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

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

And i must admit