This is a song about "Nigger die s alone"

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Ocean teal nigger in his cargo's/

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

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

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

You shouldnt of left her alone

So i parked in a tow-away zone

So don't follow me home

In my house i'm all alone

Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror

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