This is a song about "Brutality on blacks"

Brutality in these lyrics i gotta check my mentality

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

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

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

But then he comes back, fucking brutality

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Recurrently nightmares bring more brutality

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

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

He always bring the bitching brutality,

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

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest