This is a song about "Real nigger"

Semi-automatic, i spit real

Quietly becoming a top tier

To what we doing here

Even if it's not real,

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

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

I miss the moment i had, people like this nigger stole it

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

I wanna feel what's real.

But it's clouds over here

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

If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her