This is a song about "Fuck you racist trachers"

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

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

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

So much disrespect, it's like we're all growin' racist,

The stand your ground laws, jim crow, just as racist,

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

And how the fuck do these racist actions go unseen?!

That's why i cross the street. not 'cause i'm racist

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Fuck rhyming why battle rap you?

Why we gotta argue

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

No thank you, just fuck you,