This is a song about "Carlos is racist"

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Amazing how they raise us to be racist against our people,

Everybody wearin' different colors like a racist,

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

Stupid racist jokes can surprise you like a pop quiz

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

That's why i cross the street. not 'cause i'm racist

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Is it because when i get in altercation with a racist they call me haitian.

You know i stick to the script

I'm ahead of the racist

Who you callin rapist

Curb stomp your face, racist