This is a song about "Nigger nigger nigger"

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

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

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Ocean teal nigger in his cargo's/

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

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

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

And if they all in your business then you don't need a twitter

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

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

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

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

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