This is a song about "Double nigger"

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

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

If they ain’t talking bout paper

I need a double cheeseburger

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

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

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

Don't ever double cross me, cause you'll get a double kick

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

And the razors are double bladed

Movin from single to double

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

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

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes