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

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

In the black neighborhoods, man we had driven fast,

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

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

So many young black males are incarcerated in jail,

Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail

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

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

Fake rappers are spotted whether black or white like dalmatians,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

Yo mamas so black her tits are filled with grape flavored silicone