This is a song about "Cops killing blacks"

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Whites blacks asians arabs jews and latinos

Blacks, whites, and puerto rocs, poor or not,

When i'm on it, on it like my job

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Toke lots and hope cops

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

No more taking shots at the blacks by these racist cops,

By killing cops and selling drugs,but what can you do?

And people call me a user, but i want you

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

And all the mistreated blacks will reunite.