This is a song about "Focking niggas and racist coons"

Block niggas subtract figures and,

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

And i'll declare lyrical war, on this racist dumbass.

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

With gin and tonic, the grim logic, we're racist against,

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Seen niggas pedal melons and meddlin' in endeavors,

And sanctified, niggas got they pockets fat, overweight,

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

And i told him he was racist, i knew straight from the start,

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark