This is a song about "Niggers are filth"

I'm in my other car

Blessed to be who they are

She don’t give her nigga head

Skies are black, clouds are red

You sit in filth while you hate those who sit in wealth,

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

And delete that weed you are

'bout to get my other car

About disaster in the world and

Why are you crying, are you frightened.

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

You sit in filth while you hate those who sit in wealth,

What the bloodclot, tommy frazier fuck yourself