This is a song about "Tracy sal nigger"

There he goes on his face like a nigger can't skate.

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

A true nigger that aint scared to pull trigger

Niggas thinkin’ they sick, well, i’m sicker

Play with life like a game, so i'm a nigger with my own spinner

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

And then donkey punch every other nigger cause they all just bologna

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Just another dead nigger what the fuck do you expect from some one who

But all i hear is "nigger nigger" my rhymes are sicker

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits