This is a song about "Flint"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

It's enough to just make me wanna jump out of my skin

We gotta search our soul to find out, what we're after

She fiend for yeezy, you know my speakers go hammer

Spittin' hard than hammer and nails,

And i just love your flashy ways

Now you feel beetles crawlin under your skin

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

But this italian is too slick, guess it's my greasy skin.

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

From the night i had her crawling

I need one white coffin

A born starter, in the game for real

I'm rap's big wheel yall rap fifth wheel

Black skin dark skin...fuck segregation

I've been through all the bull, switch formation