This is a song about "Against the grain"

With gin and tonic, the grim logic, we're racist against,

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

A grain of sand on the beach, a droplet in the ocean.

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

Cause we fight against the sunlight

Me and you against the world

But i murder him first

Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots

Me against the rest of the worlds it's

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

Yo your going up against the illest mc

She said my love is outta here

Grain grippin’ on the wheel

And that you fly with the flock and that you stick to the grain

All this icin i'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain