This is a song about "Nigger dicks"

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

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

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

The only time i flirt with her

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Havent you got some dicks to clean?

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

That sits on peoples dicks

All green nigga pick six

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

But this bitch really think that i'm 'bout to buy her dinner

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Woah there, woah there