This is a song about "Niggers with additudes"

You always say you wasn't ready for no man

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

Hang with you, sip drank with you

For every niggers who died protesting through the streets

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

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

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

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

Can you picture my specific plan

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

I wanted a brother my mother i told her