This is a song about "Nigger nigger nigger"

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

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

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

There he goes on his face like a nigger can't skate.

So bitch watch your mouth, and wash them dishes after dinner

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

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

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