This is a song about "Lance is a nigger"

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

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

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

Can’t take no more of your shit cause i can do better without you

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

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

I'm a battenberg nigger that plays for high stakes./

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Lil nigger- you think pricks like a gold digger you're told

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her