This is a song about "Hot nigger"

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

And then donkey punch every other nigger cause they all just bologna

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

Ain't ever been shot, been living real hot

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

Ryan spits hot fire

My records sell, yes sir

Just another dead nigger what the fuck do you expect from some one who

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Only real niggas stay on top

I though i was red hot

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

There he goes on his face like a nigger can't skate.