This is a song about "Nig nog"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Acting like i even matter, on and off like the clapper

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

I stay the fuck away from the knife,

Where are you gonna go, dog

Okay man you do the drop

Gotta vent, lot of innocent lives lost on the project bench

Off track and lately i'm on edge, may be back but nearly fallin off the ledge

I play the drum but i'm not dumb enough to set countries on fire while higher call me a liar

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

Be a good hand-clapper and go fetch me my crackers,

Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers