This is a song about "Nigger music"

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

Knowing when its over blastin music

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

Ocean teal nigger in his cargo's/

This is love, nothing else close

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

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

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

Brandun deshay, hodgy beats, ace the creator

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

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

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