This is a song about "Ill nigger"

Mentally ill from amityville

Yellow diamonds in my ear

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Mentally ill from amityville

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Some say my flow is ill

As i light one for ill will

Shit i'll admit that i'm ill