This is a song about "Tracy sal nigger"

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

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

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

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

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

I ask myself "how will you write when you suffering writers block nigger?"

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

And there's little to be glad for

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

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

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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