This is a song about "My niggers"

For every niggers who died protesting through the streets

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

This is my original, my validation

My talent should take me places i've never been

Now in the courtroom, many men are being doomed

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

While im dishing out all of their wishes and burnin em faster than niggers in

My words are my rhythm

Just a place that they can come

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

About disaster in the world and

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

Live my life through some film, man