This is a song about "Black people are better"

Black magic crack addicts, better wear a flak jacket,

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

I was gonna write you a poem today

The clouds are black and the skies are grey

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

People call me black but i think it is whack

Other people are wringin their hands

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

At home they comparin this situation to nam

There are people in better positions than i am

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

Black people get followed it stores, mindless locked in prison,

But whatever, people reading always think that they're better

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for