This is a song about "Tracy sal nigger"

I miss the moment i had, people like this nigger stole it

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

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

I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

Okay then how bout i go mad and say the waord nigger,

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

My niggas'll probably clown me if i told 'em that i kissed you

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

Chevy sitting crooked, teeth on reggie miller

A true nigger that aint scared to pull trigger

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

But thats not the case, fuck you dick tracy

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

And all that deep shit i was previously down for