This is a song about "Black people are cool"

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back

People call me black but i think it is whack

Straight lane kiffen them

So many people are dyin'

Or closed casket for our troubles

Well people are always making fables

The people are waiting

I know the road i'm taking

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

And these imitation people are insignificant/

That lil kid jackin tags, leavin people black and blue.

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

Entity of eternal freedom were black people strode

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

Park my plane right there

These kinda people are rare