This is a song about "Fucking niggers and anti nigger aryan women"

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

And you ain't got to put women on pedestals

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

That portray women as objects, as hoes and gold diggers,

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Women who killed who her daughter and said "wasn't me"

Cinnamon tone women and

She got me caught up in the moment

We going weed, women and some alcohol

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

You just working with the scraps you was given

Ross and folarin, couple women

Okay then how bout i go mad and say the waord nigger,

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

We're anti-government and practice these acts - vigorously & viciously,