This is a song about "Homosexuals get stricken by bricks like fake pricks"

Lil nigger- you think pricks like a gold digger you're told

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

We're not just some fake wannabe, made by society/

I cant believe you think you could get these pricks

In the viper room with just me and river phoenix

Greenist moncler shit, earth tones in the winter

I beat you by one more figure you fake ass licker

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

I'd rather be proud to get by, like when frankie came out

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

But homosexuals, flip them haters off, they just like maggots

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Hot like a cajun dish not like you lame ass pricks cuz you spit bars