This is a song about "Hanging niggers"

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

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

What if i said you could get slain for pants hanging low?

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

For every niggers who died protesting through the streets

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

And my nuts stay hanging

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Tongues hanging out like dogs in the middle of august

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith