This is a song about "Blacks people"

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

And blacks have stereotypes portrayed by the media,

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

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

The blacks and whites were segregated, separated flawlessly,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

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

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

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

Cause they are too many innocent blacks n' latins in prison.

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Dubai, i been there -- but fuck that, we in here

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal