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

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

There he goes on his face like a nigger can't skate.

Blinded from the light emitted from serious a

Our history that they stole, africa

From the bottom to the top

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

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

And then donkey punch every other nigger cause they all just bologna

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Lil nigger- you think pricks like a gold digger you're told

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

From the gutter to the roof

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Okay then how bout i go mad and say the waord nigger,