This is a song about "Nigger balls"

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

There he goes on his face like a nigger can't skate.

Ocean teal nigger in his cargo's/

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Cut out your livers gizzards and balls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Lil nigger- you think pricks like a gold digger you're told

Not a nigger, not a blood, never been witht the crips,

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

Okay then how bout i go mad and say the waord nigger,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

And then donkey punch every other nigger cause they all just bologna