This is a song about "These nutzz"

Cause i can't seem to hear myself

These years these fucking living nightmares

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

A few rights restricted you won't miss these

Inferior, but i'm nice

So ill get up and spit these

All these motherfuckers see that i'm searing these critics,

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Striking with interest in these

I'm everything that they call nice

Normally i'm not warning these

Got her going down, no teeth

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

I'm calling these shots i'm jumpin these charts