This is a song about "Nigger jim"

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

Just another dead nigger what the fuck do you expect from some one who

The stand your ground laws, jim crow, just as racist,

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

And the last one, he's in the mirror

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Jim jones '14, you would think we pick-pocket,

But i'm so committed, they have grown familiar

A true nigger that aint scared to pull trigger

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

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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