This is a song about "Nigger war"

If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner

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

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

So tell me why are we at war.

I got something you've been waiting for

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Summer time, different shore

Money is worst than a war

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

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

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war