This is a song about "Black slaves stink"

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

Making them slaves for countless days implementing their fate,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Break away we’re still slaves to the game scorching in flames,

Walking around like my shit don't stink

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

They tested with stress that they under

Starting to stink bury her,

These rappers stink i make em bloodied body but then karma came

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

If we talk your lines, well they stink more than a sewer.

I love the way you walk

Black as black like the blacktop/

But i think they stink like poo

I'm eating real good, no soup for you