This is a song about "My niggers"

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you

She do it with no hands

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

For every niggers who died protesting through the streets

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

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

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

Quote un-quote backpack still bring them bitches out

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

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