This is a song about "Cops killing blacks"

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Runnin', runnin' from the same cops

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

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

And you let blacks kill blacks rockefeller was tall

Feds get involved, i’m slipping off into senegal

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

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

Toke lots and hope cops

Watching for hollow-tip shots

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

And blacks have stereotypes portrayed by the media,

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

The cops lock up blacks for no reason, they live in a cage,