This is a song about "Nigger king"

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

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

I was born to do the damn thing

Dare ya, take out the king/

Gonna be the flexed zig king

The time is waiting

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

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

And it smells like burger king.

Get it girl, keep that motor running

And the reason that i'm going

I'm feelin like a king,

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

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction