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

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

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

Play with life like a game, so i'm a nigger with my own spinner

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

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

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror

But all i hear is "nigger nigger" my rhymes are sicker

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're even

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Ocean teal nigger in his cargo's/

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Nigger this, whitey that man i don't understand it,