This is a song about "Black is not a color its a crime"

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time

It's so bad most everything is a crime.

I'm not a caf rat i'm a fucking white rapper that's half black

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

2pac, a poet addressing a worlda crime

Selling cane, getting brain, at the same damn time

Everything i was once sure about was now skepticism and doubt

Hello its yowsef a turbulent time lot of violent crime but the suns out

Gyal me know you's a freak from long time

Rap about waving a nine, doing some crime

But its enticing to see your not with a black woman

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

That being this lazy in love is most certainly a crime

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine