This is a song about "Blacks are the true heros"

You stomped on the blacks, took 'em, made it harder,

I never use a fork i always spoon her

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Maybe your kid won't attack the blacks

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

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

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

And all the mistreated blacks will reunite.

When i'm down and out, i get up and right

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

I'll never know the struggle of blacks, how it felt to them,

And if all of those teachings the preacher said are true

Feeling like a dream and nobody pinch you