This is a song about "Puke nigger"

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

I'm sick enough to give the fuckin flu until you puke n' heave

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

Was tricked to sit on poop, by some puke-able asshole

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

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

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

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

He buy the benz where acres and crazy real estate

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

Im sick (puke) like my nike kicks

While scheming on hits

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor