This is a song about "My nigger"

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

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

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

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

My streaks my testament.

And bijies like im out and

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

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