This is a song about "Gay blacks"

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Little gay looking boy

The blacks and whites were segregated, separated flawlessly,

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

But time and crime again i see blacks hurt blacks no need to turn back

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Back in the day the south showed no mercy for blacks

The blacks and whites were segregated, separated flawlessly,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Dont play around with me, i aint no toy

Little gay looking boy

Talkin' about hangin' peeps, and killin' blacks.

Check my bank account, got racks on racks