This is a song about "2005"

Just tryna make my voice heard

That bitch was racist, got me fired

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Somebody hold the banana, clip

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

And turning our people to light, through prisms

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

They dont dare to let us go unchecked

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

Making harvest highly anticipated

Since im not suspect, im still a suspect

Smoking khaled, my weed the best