This is a song about "Niggera"

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

That's why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose,

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

You've heard it as a myth, but this is a hype for curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses