This is a song about "Black peeps"

And getting money is the song i sing

S.w.a.t sick a hound on me for peeps and staring

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Hi ho peeps, i light the lamp like crosby

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

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Cuz these day peeps don't care if you humble

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

My president is black

And daddy's in the cadillac

Im not, from the streets, or the concrete, i grew up white on the rez, no allies no fleet, no peeps

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

Most peeps dont like the rain, they prefer the sun.

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given