This is a song about "Blacks and whites"

And all the mistreated blacks will reunite.

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

The blacks and whites were segregated, separated flawlessly,

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Of the blacks and the whites all together, with no friction,

He insane, already gone madblames himself for his setbacks

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

Believed that blacks could unite with the whites together and shake hands

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

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

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen