This is a song about "The niggah"

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

The sequel to the first

We been all around the world

The dopest on the planet

And if i'm down with this banging shit

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

The more battles the better the flows

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

You the the type of bitch to make a niggah want to use his fist

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

And all the extra love that you gave mei wish i could take the pain away

Its ironic the way we broke up she sucked a niggah the hard way