This is a song about "Black rappers"

I'm the buster of rappers.

Now you got a masters

I don't want it on my back

My president is black

A white guy tranna act like a black

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

Never be found. stuff you in a black

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Fake rappers are spotted whether black or white like dalmatians,

No telling how many rappers

Better yet they work my every nerve

Know just what you worth

Fuck you other rappers

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

When love comes callin', don’t look back