This is a song about "Black niggas are sweet"

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Black honda accord slash four door ford until the drivers are flattened

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

Just like some niggas say they got bullets my hands are ammo

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

Across the news are young black males, no stroke of luck,

Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail

So many young black males are incarcerated in jail,

You already know you're dead

Skies are black, clouds are red

Poor black people get put down, and are caught up in it,

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Niggas nowadays are diehards

Until y'all niggas are out of breath, you left every son appalled,

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford