This is a song about "Ma nigger"

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

Ma mum want me to be strong and ma talents to show

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

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

But that doesn't mean to stress ma

To liberate yourself, africa

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

And then donkey punch every other nigger cause they all just bologna

Baby got that super bass

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips