This is a song about "Nigger dicks"

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

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

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

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

Then i stabbed in their dicks

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

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

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

Eyes super clear, you looking in the mirror

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

Triple six for the niggas that's hopping on dicks

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

Growin up all i wanted was a father figure

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

Yeah come holla at your uncle

But my dicks adorable