This is a song about "Dissing a nigger"

Good evening, uhm, everybody listening

You wouldn't be missing if you weren't dissing

And expose a fool who by dissing everyone

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Lil nigger- you think pricks like a gold digger you're told

If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror

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

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

You write a rap dissing me then it's graded with an f

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

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

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

This dissing and criticism isn't

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Anyways give it up the capital the nation