This is a song about "Nigger war"

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore

So tell me why are we at war.

Lower than my credit score

It's like my life is a war,

Come and get us you prepare for war,

I got soul, there's more in store

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

Trying to maintain in this war

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Will i ever win the war

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

We both teenagers with the same mind state