This is a song about "My niggers"

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 streaks my testament.

Trying hard to speak and

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

My fliest days and my plummets... my random flaws in abundance,

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

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

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Then we cut, look how she say my name