This is a song about "Nig nog"

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

I'm that nigga on the block

Into the green mile, coffin

Go where you ain't been

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

Me, i'm the dispatcher of the rapper that's above my clapper

Go crazy when she hear music

Shes ridin on my dick like a broom stick

Just me and my boss no worries at all

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

Straight into the coffin with the fucking lot of you

And if buddhism is real, i'm ill to the last coffin

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

Ain’t nobody here leading, it’s way too easy to follow

Last nail, robbing you of your cuticles, and your music flow