This is a song about "Cowboy nigger"

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

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

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Not a nigger, not a blood, never been witht the crips,

So bitch watch your mouth, and wash them dishes after dinner

Okay then how bout i go mad and say the waord nigger,

Ocean teal nigger in his cargo's/

And these shape-shifting hoes

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

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

Nigger this, whitey that man i don't understand it,

Good love then i can do that for her

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

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

If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner