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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I've been putting on mass like all these niggers here to worship.

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

This is like riding through the city

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Shouts out to st. louey, swag champ i got the belt

And come back baby boomerang

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

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

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

We offend no need to blend

Never ever pay rent

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

The fourth one, i like to kick around