This is a song about "Blacks girls"

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

On an everyday basis, play with racist hate, and blacks offend,

Back in the day the south showed no mercy for blacks

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

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

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

The blacks and whites were segregated, separated flawlessly,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Maybe your kid won't attack the blacks

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

We should appreciate the girls

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

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired