This is a song about "Nigger cigs"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Play with life like a game, so i'm a nigger with my own spinner

I'm open to everything if you're inviting your sister

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

Ocean teal nigger in his cargo's/

And these shape-shifting hoes

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin