This is a song about "Brutality on blacks"

Got bitches on mollies, they rollin' all night

And all the mistreated blacks will reunite.

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Brutality in these lyrics i gotta check my mentality

Like rodney king, latasha, and the victims of brutality,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

He always bring the bitching brutality,

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

And you let blacks kill blacks rockefeller was tall

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

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

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

Whites blacks asians arabs jews and latinos

The blacks and whites were segregated, separated flawlessly,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free