This is a song about "Hairy assholes eating a nigger"

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

The shop is a pot of gold surround by assholes

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

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

A is for assholes assisting ass clowns, true that

Cause i been drinkin till the point that i'm a dizzy rap

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide (whoops!)

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

And a match to leave you assholes, burned like a pack of

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

A world full of a bunch assholes that spit raw in a booth

Play with life like a game, so i'm a nigger with my own spinner

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