This is a song about "No more niggers"

And you ain't gotta go to war

I don't wanna live no more

He’s comin', that's what these hoes say

No more assignments, only horseplay

Called it an ep, they said i’m tripping

No more does he exist, all are missing,

No more waiting in a line

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

Aint no room for one more

Miss you more with no bounce

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

On the slow jam of love

No more showering you with stuff,

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

No more prison and cells