This is a song about "Dead nigger storage"

Probably die getting some head

That rap is mostly dead/

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

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

Me and my affiliates the hottest in the city bitch

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

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

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

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

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

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

You cant afford a mortgage put all your things into storage

And i'm wolf, that was me who shoved the cock in your bitch

Cutting me this worthless check

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.