This is a song about "Tractors and niggers"

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

While im dishing out all of their wishes and burnin em faster than niggers in

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Run them over with tractors i'll gun your shoulder

She can only live for the moment

And remember what i said and

What i do, through and through and

This is something different

For every niggers who died protesting through the streets

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

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

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Grab the scissors and saws and

And their mothers and fathers

All my real motherfuckin partners