This is a song about "Nigger shoot"

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Drive to your hood and start shoot

Shoot their legs is step one

Mami... she open, she open

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

Niggas thinkin’ they sick, well, i’m sicker

I got the right to be cocky

Shoot bullets right through ya body

Pockets probably like fried food

Dont come near cos i might just shoot

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

And shoot the fucking sky,

Never had a chance to try

By the water, au revoir to my audience

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