This is a song about "My nigger"

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

If its not couture, i will not go to her

A true nigger that aint scared to pull trigger

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

Of impactful things one can ask for

My streaks my testament.

Ha, wale you so arrogant

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Ocean teal nigger in his cargo's/

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

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

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags