This is a song about "Sweet niggers"

You think you put in work? that's sweet

I pray the lord my guns to keep

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

What do i really need

Ill keep it short and sweet

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I've been putting on mass like all these niggers here to worship.

And come back baby boomerang

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

Leave sweet, good hearted girls alone.

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Life is sweet, so sweet i need a shot of insulon (insulin)