This is a song about "Ethnic groups"

Ethnic whites in new york city, tight-knit, keep close,

That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

And prostitutes, and brutes controllin' blocks in groups,

The kids are wasting food while others ache for the day they get aid from groups

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush