This is a song about "Calling white latvians the n word"

Hopin' that my niggas see

Calling it the grand prix

This is everything that we call hype

But without the word i wont take flight

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

U lack the spice, black n' white like bank robbers be

Black n white/ i'm higher than a satellite

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

You can start calling me the best

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

I've heard the n-word more times today than you've heard in your life.

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Word to the wise, peace to the narrator.