This is a song about "Black people problems"

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke

Entity of eternal freedom were black people strode

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

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

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Tell 'em about your attitude problems

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

Most people hear me rap thinking i'm black nothing wrong with that

Good kids make bad grown ups

Lets just say i had problems

Black as black like the blacktop/

We popping bottles, it don't stop