This is a song about "Nigger music"

Word picture, hurt niggas, young verse killer

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

I never use a fork i always spoon her

A true nigger that aint scared to pull trigger

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

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

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

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

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks