This is a song about "My niggers"

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

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

I've been putting on mass like all these niggers here to worship.

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Unify them, mob through, take over and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument