This is a song about "Fake racism"

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

Racism interferes with shit like government and showbiz

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

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

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

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

Nigga there is a difference between bitches and real women

New york, va, dc, get paid

You can think i'm a fake,

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

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison