This is a song about "Puke nigger"

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

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

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

My pockets got paper on paper

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

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

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Just another dead nigger what the fuck do you expect from some one who

Lil nigger- you think pricks like a gold digger you're told

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror

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

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her