This is a song about "Hot nigger"

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

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

On hot blocks, to pop rocks, hot shots for top spots,

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

A true nigger that aint scared to pull trigger

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

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

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Ocean teal nigger in his cargo's/

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

Wittier than any nigga, sicker then a wino kidney liver

I though i was red hot

It’s hip-hop, not pop

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,