This is a song about "Lynch niggers"

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

Im a beast call me marshawn lynch

I've been putting on mass like all these niggers here to worship.

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

This the land of the white man

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

While im dishing out all of their wishes and burnin em faster than niggers in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Not to mention four lynch pins and a stringent stored

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish