This is a song about "I ma a nigger"

Cause you're most likely to crash

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

Ma raps was shit i admit it's an easy lose, easier that opening a curd

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

I got a hulck in ma jeans

Everything ain't what it seems

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

And if they all in your business then you don't need a twitter

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

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Now ma i have to get real for a second, tell how i feel for a second,

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

Wittier than any nigga, sicker then a wino kidney liver

I ask myself "how will you write when you suffering writers block nigger?"