This is a song about "Niggers on my lawn"

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

And i'mma show you how the south was won

Close my eyes and turn my headphones on,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

These rappers will tell you how green their lawn stay, but twist the hose,

For every niggers who died protesting through the streets

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Fuck for a hour then im gone,chop shit up im mowing the lawn,

Where your girl at now?3 pills down that's on meand it wouldn't be a song

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

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

These rappers will tell you how green their lawn stay, but twist the hose,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Snappin bingers on my lawn, we can blaze all day (hugh?)/

Girl you're my reflection, all i see is you