This is a song about "Sand nigger"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

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

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

I pray the lord my guns to keep

I feel the sand on my feet

Breakin' my heart like glass, forgetting me like sand

But the plan is to show you that i understand

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

You motherfucker have to throw some of your pride in the motherfucken sand

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

A true nigger that aint scared to pull trigger

Before a nigga signed i had a healthier liver