This is a song about "Blacks"

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

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

And all the mistreated blacks will reunite.

I make a way for my people to see the light

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

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

And you let blacks kill blacks rockefeller was tall

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

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

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

And blacks have stereotypes portrayed by the media,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

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

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard