This is a song about "Nigga got ugly thots"

Part two and it only gets more ugly,

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

Sparking up some weed, i got jays in my beak nigga

Our history that they stole, africa

Nigga i'm got my blue flag flying

Cause right now i got my little boy crying

People are starving, you talking bout balling

He's nervous got a nigga exploring

Mother in a wheelchair nigga tell me what you got to lose

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

I can feel your heart beating fast

Tell these thots to go blow the frank