This is a song about "Nigger die s alone"

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

You is not hip then i can not coach her

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

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Put the purp in the blunt

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

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

On my own, i'm all alone like bastards when their mothers die

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

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

And there's little to be glad for

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are