This is a song about "My nigger my nigger"

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

There he goes on his face like a nigger can't skate.

My money like a senior, watch it graduate

You feel it from your head to your toes

Ocean teal nigger in his cargo's/

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

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

Now if you give us a chance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Okay then how bout i go mad and say the waord nigger,

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

Never let the game play youand for the fame

My cash effected, my brain insane,