This is a song about "We ain t no niggers"

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

I'mma do this fast or slow

That we don't put on no show

Let em marinate, you forever late

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

Fuck kissing and hugging. they love pushing your buttons

My buzz is like cocaine

We spend it, with no shame

Big homie hov said i am close

No, no, we are not those

Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time

Girl no matter what you do you ain gonna cross the line,

Sb nike's, with the grey box

We dont fuck with no cops,