This is a song about "Blacks being killed"

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

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

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

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes

Whites blacks asians arabs jews and latinos

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

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

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

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

No more deceiving from the blacks, whites, puerto ricans,

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

And blacks have stereotypes portrayed by the media,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

'face said "the world is mine" but he lied

And all the mistreated blacks will reunite.