This is a song about "Nigg www"

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Crunch rhymes into web of spun split spines,

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

Some people dream about perfection, i'm wide awake

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Spit on em and say "fuck that wicked tax"

And we got benny, so we're ready with the deadliest form

And these woman is loving the way that i perform

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

And they're robbing our money for tax

Smokin' white widow like the web to a spider,

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her