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

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

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

The blacks and whites were segregated, separated flawlessly,

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

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

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Maybe your kid won't attack the blacks

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Not only am i here to talk the treatment of blacks,

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

No more taking shots at the blacks by these racist cops,

I see the true color, when people are gettin richer

I'm open to everything if you're inviting your sister