This is a song about "My niggers"

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

So if i talk down to a man

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

My summertime sunshine

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

If i get stopped, have a bitch throw the weed out

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

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