This is a song about "N gga"

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

After the club, gettin you open

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Sure he died in 96 n

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

My bars are hard 'n' fast

Suit 'n tie, saggy's 'n rag, say goodbye, in the body bag.

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

They'l diss your dissonance n' rip your ligaments 'n' dick quick

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

N she cud be a bitch n suck a dick

She's cute but her forehead's big

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

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

Ignoring my dissing keeping outta beef 'n

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen