This is a song about "Nigger abortion"

I wish your mom had an abortion

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

Then they forget their pill and have to hit the abortion clinic

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

I love corpses, abortion, distortion, bitches who pussy all contorted

But instead you argue about legalizing abortion

Highest form of affection, physical connection

Ocean teal nigger in his cargo's/

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

I'm a battenberg nigger that plays for high stakes./

I ask myself "how will you write when you suffering writers block nigger?"

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer