This is a song about "Blacks"

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

The blacks and whites were segregated, separated flawlessly,

Actually i'm on welfare and poor, smack 'em, live with blacks,

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

And all the mistreated blacks will reunite.

Hearing nikki giovanni on a late summer night

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

You stomped on the blacks, took 'em, made it harder,

No more taking shots at the blacks by these racist cops,

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

No more deceiving from the blacks, whites, puerto ricans,