This is a song about "Oliver nigger"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

My position improving, not to mention

When you thinking about breakfast i'm heating up my dinner

Play with life like a game, so i'm a nigger with my own spinner

A true nigger that aint scared to pull trigger

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

And then donkey punch every other nigger cause they all just bologna

Wittier than any nigga, sicker then a wino kidney liver

But all i hear is "nigger nigger" my rhymes are sicker

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer

I ask myself "how will you write when you suffering writers block nigger?"

Not a nigger, not a blood, never been witht the crips,

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

And you know i paint that picture

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,