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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

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

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

Seen niggas pedal melons and meddlin' in endeavors,

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

And a niggas want me back

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

Nowadays if you challenge race and class, that's racist,

I hit the studio

And yall niggas right the flow