This is a song about "N gga"

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

I get excited n all when you make me cry n crawl

N i'm not fucken sorry

I'm going back to cali

She smiled n' laughed but inside she sighed n' grasped,

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

The faker they shakin' my hand

My bars are hard 'n' fast

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Good kids make bad grown ups

Vijay singh and all of them

Sure he died in 96 n

Ignoring my dissing keeping outta beef 'n

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one