This is a song about "Natasha the nigger from ferguson"

I ask myself "how will you write when you suffering writers block nigger?"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

The feelings from within that seemed to come from above

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

And instead get it from hearing the song from the beginning

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

Just another dead nigger what the fuck do you expect from some one who

I miss the moment i had, people like this nigger stole it

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

Not a nigger, not a blood, never been witht the crips,

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

Not from the north south east or west i'm the ish from