This is a song about "Im a nigger"

But all i hear is "nigger nigger" my rhymes are sicker

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Nigger this, whitey that man i don't understand it,

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

Since im not suspect, im still a suspect

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Not a nigger, not a blood, never been witht the crips,

Cuz im a quick mutherfcker im a sick pig

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

Im a thriller like mike jackson,stardom na im already a star im shooting pass them

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Ocean teal nigger in his cargo's/

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

A true nigger that aint scared to pull trigger

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her