This is a song about "Black people s"

Poor black people get put down, and are caught up in it,

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

See girl you are stronger then the strongest drug i ever had

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

Foolish, i be on that new shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

S on my chest like a superman vest

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

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

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

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