This is a song about "Dirty niggers"

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

While im dishing out all of their wishes and burnin em faster than niggers in

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

I've been putting on mass like all these niggers here to worship.

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

For every niggers who died protesting through the streets

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks