This is a song about "Black short people"

That lil kid jackin tags, leavin people black and blue.

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

People call me black but i think it is whack

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Entity of eternal freedom were black people strode

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

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

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Huh, a metaphor of course

Should be degraded, (short pause)

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Ignite the bomb short fuse,

Kill the jungle let the cats loose