This is a song about "Old niggers"

This old bastard will kill me?

Do you think i'm crazy

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

And come back baby boomerang

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

Where i from, it get cold

Then those bitches who grew old.

And if i everest, i won't die old/

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

Sixteen years old with a old thang

Put burners in the hands, of the black man