This is a song about "Fuck white peoples"

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

My peoples sale rock, & cell blocks, got us shell shock

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

Oftentimes i read peoples raps like yeah it was fine

He was just a kid but saved many peoples' lives,

Before i lay down, i thank god for the blessings

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

Also i've got white skin, fuck, i thought it'd help me,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Life's slipping like lotions nothing to oppose it, peoples motions

Cause this album pack enough evil

Into peoples life's who are peaceful,

That sits on peoples dicks

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

A poor white southern boy, fuck it, life, i should nail it hard,

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art