This is a song about "Dumb niggers"

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

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

"you don't need a shrink, son, their ways are dumb".

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

But she'll just call me dumb

Shit, we don't believe none of them

But far from dumb nigga,

Who knows what the

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

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

Cause i'm not that smart but i'm not dumb