This is a song about "Nigger shoot"

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

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

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

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

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

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Drive to your hood and start shoot

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

My niggas'll probably clown me if i told 'em that i kissed you

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Shoot first ask questions last