This is a song about "Cowboy nigger"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

I'm a battenberg nigger that plays for high stakes./

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

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

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

There he goes on his face like a nigger can't skate.

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

Lil nigger- you think pricks like a gold digger you're told

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

I ask myself "how will you write when you suffering writers block nigger?"

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her