This is a song about "Brutality on blacks"

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

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

Talking about brutality it's surrounding me like a fucking swarm of bees

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Recurrently nightmares bring more brutality

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks

Back in the day the south showed no mercy for blacks

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

You stomped on the blacks, took 'em, made it harder,

But then he comes back, fucking brutality

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

And all the mistreated blacks will reunite.

Shawty where your baton, racing through my mind like