This is a song about "Blacks and whites"

For blacks and the whites, but these kids hear us slaughter cops,

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

On an everyday basis, play with racist hate, and blacks offend,

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra

And blacks have stereotypes portrayed by the media,

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

I lived with poor blacks and poor whites in their neighborhoods,

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

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

Make my passion to critics ? backward opinions

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

But time and crime again i see blacks hurt blacks no need to turn back

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack