This is a song about "Nigger shoot"

I ain't, mad, at cha

Just to come and shoot ya

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

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Shoot bullets right through ya body

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

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

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

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Dont come near cos i might just shoot

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Ocean teal nigger in his cargo's/

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her