This is a song about "Blacks being killed"

I lived with poor blacks and poor whites in their neighborhoods,

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

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

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

And all the mistreated blacks will reunite.

Body 2 body baby, we gotta do this right

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Prejudice fuck the blacks and the whites

It's odd being in the same room, with the man i killed,

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

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

And blacks have stereotypes portrayed by the media,

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

And all the mistreated blacks will reunite.

Talkin' about hangin' peeps, and killin' blacks.

To all the frauds stop faking, relax