This is a song about "Nigger bitch"

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

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

City national bank evolve into shape

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

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

I just wanna be higher than that

You mediocre bitch

I created this image

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

It's all good, finna dog that

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch

Trip, and then you never snitch

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

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates