This is a song about "Dead nigger storage"

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

And then donkey punch every other nigger cause they all just bologna

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

I miss the moment i had, people like this nigger stole it

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

Left my home alone, you can call me macaulay bitch

I'm hopin' to go and bust some rhymes i have locked in storage,

Just another dead nigger what the fuck do you expect from some one who

Can’t take no more of your shit cause i can do better without you

All you niggas dead , dead fake

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

I'm just thinking from reefer keep on talking from liquor

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