This is a song about "Black short people"

Never seen you as lyrical

It was short and simple,

Entity of eternal freedom were black people strode

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

Should be degraded, (short pause)

Where would i be without my dogs

Duck duck, say goose

Ignite the bomb short fuse,

You're coming up short of my kneecap, midget,

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

This is the concrete

Ill keep it short and sweet