This is a song about "Blacks girls"

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

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

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

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

No more taking shots at the blacks by these racist cops,

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra

And blacks have stereotypes portrayed by the media,

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Got lebron entourages like maverick and richie paul

And you let blacks kill blacks rockefeller was tall

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

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