This is a song about "Black man are not acepted"

I'm not used to be around black people, that what's worries me

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Across the news are young black males, no stroke of luck,

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Now i'm living out my dreams

Its hard for a black man on the streets

Fake rappers are spotted whether black or white like dalmatians,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

I may not look like a black rapper

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

That he can't obtain. like a black man in campaigne, sip champagne.

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Are you afraid of a thug? you're not man enough

And ask me how was my night

The do’s and don’ts are black and white