This is a song about "Black people s"

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

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

S on my chest like a superman vest

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

People call me black but i think it is whack

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Where 45's if it's black on chrome just to hear their cries, when rolling

It´s the battle of life

Right flows down and they might go nice

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

If only i could go back into the 80’s

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress