This is a song about "Black people problems"

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Don’t answer about your problems

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

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

Good love then i can do that for her

Hang your problems on a hanger

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

I've enough problems to deal with

In the caravan with some latin bitches

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

Don't get me wrong, they always had problems

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

People call me black but i think it is whack

The third one is mixed, white and black