This is a song about "Nigger morphium"

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

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

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

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

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

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

Niggas thinkin’ they sick, well, i’m sicker

A true nigger that aint scared to pull trigger

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I miss the moment i had, people like this nigger stole it

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket