This is a song about "Blacks"

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

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

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

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

I get my cake; i love hip hop

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

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Of the blacks and the whites all together, with no friction,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Whites blacks asians arabs jews and latinos

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Not only am i here to talk the treatment of blacks,

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks