This is a song about "Black people s"

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Enforce, i'm elegant and

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

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

Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision

S queezys very bold

Hand to hand in the cold

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

Entity of eternal freedom were black people strode

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

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit