This is a song about "Black people history"

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

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

I'll make you history...

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Instead of darkened fiends writing her fucking history,

See that's insult to injury

So look at your history

Ya im about make history

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

September 2nd will go down in history

I'm cold on the cold turkey

You're just history

You tend to repeat yourself like history

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see