This is a song about "Nigger jim"

My mission is to make em laugh, jim carey

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

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

Can't find no one to watch her kids, so she pay her sister

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

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

Ocean teal nigger in his cargo's/

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

A true nigger that aint scared to pull trigger

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

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

You the party baby i'm just the guest list