This is a song about "Nigger jim"

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

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

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

Get the zippo and spark the shit

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

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

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

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

Lil nigger- you think pricks like a gold digger you're told

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold