This is a song about "My niggs"

I need a backyard full court size

See my pain through my eyes,

Me and my microphone could be one

Dissecting my specimen

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

My own unknown is my enemy,

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Grab my knife and my gun

This thing that you could imagine

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

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin