This is a song about "Parshav is a nigger"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

They all see my life from a childish position

Bitch, i might make you my baby

This is a killin spree

Life is a game of chess and mine is on a stalemate

City national bank evolve into shape

And this is only a taste

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Nigger this, whitey that man i don't understand it,

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

There he goes on his face like a nigger can't skate.

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

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

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer