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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

From the cradle to the grave

Give players plenty space

Here they keep a rachet close

Ocean teal nigger in his cargo's/

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Blinded from the light emitted from serious a

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

Can’t take no more of your shit cause i can do better without you

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

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

I'm a battenberg nigger that plays for high stakes./