This is a song about "George bush hates black people"

And threw my sticker books in a pricker bush

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

So all the people that hates you, is just jealous of you.

See it's simply greed, it's such a need to say your broke

Entity of eternal freedom were black people strode

George jackson packin' a magnum

What up girl, tell me how you been

No one really hates it

Still sick, real shit

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I'm not used to be around black people, that what's worries me

That lil kid jackin tags, leavin people black and blue.

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew