This is a song about "Black slaves"

A white guy tranna act like a black

When that money calls i holla back

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Many faces, trading places, diggin' graves, slaves patient,

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Sneak up on attack

But i still rap like a black

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

From the back seat, back seat

Chaos, ordered. slaves, freed.

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit.

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Top dropped down, black on black

Make the fingers snap