This is a song about "Nigger bitch"

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Nigger this, whitey that man i don't understand it,

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

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

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

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

But all i hear is "nigger nigger" my rhymes are sicker

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Or let the mob handle that

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,