This is a song about "Dissing black people"

Good evening, uhm, everybody listening

"how can hopsin be the one that he's dissing?"

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Black as black like the blacktop/

Ay though i love you hate that bitch that's always with you

That lil kid jackin tags, leavin people black and blue.

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I'm not used to be around black people, that what's worries me

Ignoring my dissing keeping outta beef 'n

I'll be game relatedgot me strivin' for a million

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

This dissing and criticism isn't

We kung-fu that jack black/

She always comin back

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

People call me black but i think it is whack