This is a song about "Disgusting blacks"

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Talkin' about hangin' peeps, and killin' blacks.

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Maybe your kid won't attack the blacks

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

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

Hopin the outcome of me punchin aint too disgusting

Let's take another trip, different continents we touching

Listen, i said we gonna have a good time tonight

And all the mistreated blacks will reunite.

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

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