This is a song about "All blacks"

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Believed that blacks could unite with the whites together and shake hands

The blacks and whites were segregated, separated flawlessly,

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Talkin' about hangin' peeps, and killin' blacks.

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

And you let blacks kill blacks rockefeller was tall

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

You stomped on the blacks, took 'em, made it harder,

Outer space every hour, every hour we blacks get devoured,

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record