This is a song about "Niggers stealin shit"

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

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

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

Everything is just full of shit.

I gotta question for you man

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

Blubber and shit in the cupboard and shit

The real muscle in the message of that

Cause we done did that

And drop the gossip shit,

Just call me boss you motherbitches cause i'm stealin race.

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation