This is a song about "Blacks are evil"

And all the mistreated blacks will reunite.

Shawty where your baton, racing through my mind like

Nowhere else to put the evil.

Never wrong at any level

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

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

With this shit comes evil and of course the guns, the ones that are lethal.

The blacks and whites were segregated, separated flawlessly,

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

Cause they are too many innocent blacks n' latins in prison.

They're my bombs that are in your palms that are evil when you need

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

People are evil, the weak are feeble, lack meat...

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street