This is a song about "Blacks getting shot dead"

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

And all the mistreated blacks will reunite.

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Someone always getting shot, the killer doesn't get caught

1 shot, 1 shot, 1 shot - you have to take it

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

Back in the day the south showed no mercy for blacks

Then two days later you are shot dead at your crib

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

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

People getting shot because they're rockin' the wrong color,i don't stutter

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for