This is a song about "Niggers are filth"

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

Your rhymes are nuclear but mine are demonic

Yeah i vv'd the stones, dogg, i'm into cake

Your raps are counterfeit, mine are homemade

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

You leave filth in the mind of everyone that attends

Thoughts are provoking, these thoughts are a commotion

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

While im dishing out all of their wishes and burnin em faster than niggers in

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Are you stupid or are you polluted?

I mean the shit is, huey newton going stupid

Why are you crying, are you frightened.

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and