This is a song about "Nigga song"

And, shit, here i am, writing this song

Everyday a star is born

But ya chose to go before meand brothas miss ya while your gone

For the intoxicating lyrical content of my song,

See i can put down the pipe

Fuck you know this song might

Shut the fuck up, sing the song

Man fuck these hating ass bitches i'm gone

But just when it gets good, she's gone

Your still gunna make it into my song,

Run for cover and return fire

Were gonna end this song while

Uh, red bottoms and a thong

You're listening to this song

I made a song at camp

That we can't forget the past