This is a song about "Black people are cool"

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Getting people i was cool with addicted to having sores,

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day

The clouds are black and the skies are grey

Entity of eternal freedom were black people strode

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

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

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

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one