This is a song about "Blacks and whites"

And all the mistreated blacks will reunite.

And good henny make a nigga just want you tonight

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

It's poor whites and poor blacks, still they hate each other,

And you let blacks kill blacks rockefeller was tall

It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

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

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Talkin' about hangin' peeps, and killin' blacks.

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

Bashin' blacks and trashin' "faggots" sadly will not go out of fashion

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion