This is a song about "Black niggahs"

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

You niggahs think you can hurt me then you are cray

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

But its funny i got more money them then niggahs claiming they got bricks

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

To their backs and attract the black on black

Black on black murder,uh dear god, r.i.p to every soul

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

Wanted another niggahs like a first draft pick

One way at a time, keep the faith in your mind

Im hurting so bad you niggahs must be blind

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Of you and you no its true you fucking niggahs on the low