This is a song about "Blacks getting shot dead"

And all the mistreated blacks will reunite.

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

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

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

And you let blacks kill blacks rockefeller was tall

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

But time and crime again i see blacks hurt blacks no need to turn back

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away looking back hoping

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,

Aint nobody getting shot up on the block

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

Niggas getting shot just for bounty, not the toilet roll.

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole