This is a song about "Black people s"

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

But now invisible cells around your brain

It´s the battle of life

Sky high, iced out paradise

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

People call me black but i think it is whack

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back