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

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Now it seems the nas comparisons are coming true/

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

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

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

Cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas. listen

Cause lurking deep inside, subdivided and on the side are my true feelings stored away,

And your performance is important when you use your faceay, she never used to be this way

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

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,

And danced around the house in all-over print panties