This is a song about "Black niggas are sweet"

Dreamin on a lullaby

Uh the realest niggas are so fly

Finish line with the tire marks

Niggas nowadays are diehards

Niggas think im sweet so eat my up like a popsicle

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

The white and black are fighting back, explode like space comets,

While these fake ignorant niggas are hiring ghost writers,

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

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

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

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

When black males are stereotyped and arrested for crime,

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line