This is a song about "Being a black disciple"

We don't believe you, you need more people

I ain’t preaching now, i ain’t a sent disciple,

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

But thats the life of a human being

Light skinned women, all sex everything

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

Never be found. stuff you in a black

I don't want it on my back

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Your white and tryna act black , stick to being white i'll stick to firing

But i still rap like a black

When i was starving now it's payback