This is a song about "Blacks being killed"

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

For being cocky get now you get killed for that

Never hit the mall and forever get it all

And you let blacks kill blacks rockefeller was tall

Outer space every hour, every hour we blacks get devoured,

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

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

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

Saying "i just got killed"

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Be yourself, just show me you're real