This is a song about "Diversity sexism racism homophobicism"

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

This racism shit makes me want to slit my wrists

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

Stop the racism, stop the violence, stop the hate,

Stop your stupid racism for crying out loud!

We smoke loud, might have to get your ears checked out

Racism bullets being shot in every which way

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Never been a nigga more intricate with the wisdom

Now i'm not asking for there to be no racism

I've seen trials and tribulations,was raised in a nation full of racism

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Racism stands tall with his smoking gun, a child's life stolen

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one