This is a song about "Your a nigger"

But seemingly believe it though

Inside your minds a bruised ego

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

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

Pure as a diamond, your angel, your muse,

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

I'm a pro your a minor,

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

And then donkey punch every other nigger cause they all just bologna

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

I'm just thinking from reefer keep on talking from liquor

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for