This is a song about "Blacks and whites"

Dual-earning whites went and took suburban flight,

These mistakes are a fact of life, get it right

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

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

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

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

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

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

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

And all the mistreated blacks will reunite.

And i'm indecisive when the things are light

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel