This is a song about "Tracy sal nigger"

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

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Ocean teal nigger in his cargo's/

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Lil nigger- you think pricks like a gold digger you're told

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

And if they all in your business then you don't need a twitter

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