This is a song about "Blacks being killed"

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

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

Blacks, whites, and puerto rocs, poor or not,

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Actually i'm on welfare and poor, smack 'em, live with blacks,

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

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

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Maybe your kid won't attack the blacks

And blacks have stereotypes portrayed by the media,

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

Being used to me was like a fashion trait or being killed inside like the assassin snake

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

And all the mistreated blacks will reunite.