This is a song about "Dead nigger storage"

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

Dead , shot etc

A criminal grind nigga

Still in my skull is a vacant, empty void been using it more as a bin for storage

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Your corpses in a crematorium storage, no worries

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree