This is a song about "Disregarding males and getting mon"

And snitches be getting hunted like some witches

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

'cause we're getting paid, and they're getting pissed!

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

Stressed out and hurtin, getting more paranoid

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Getting high today and feel like i wanna fly away

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

When black males are stereotyped and arrested for crime,

So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine

Getting hype to nirvana drinking guava and java,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Like mitt, rom-ney, with his fuck-ing dumb, mon-ey.