This is a song about "Parshav is a nigger"

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

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

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

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

And the last one, he's in the mirror

Okay then how bout i go mad and say the waord nigger,

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

Is a necessity,

I’m tryna be low key

Yo this is a rapper?

Going broke, no sir

And panned out, i'm all in love

My lyrics is a virus