This is a song about "True nigger"

It always lasts, forever true.

Want to let you know i love you

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

Brandun deshay, hodgy beats, ace the creator

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

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

No soup for you

Assuring lines were true

My dreams started coming true

Watching for the cops that's moving through

When you keep em right beside you

I'm a killa it's true