This is a song about "Hate blacks"

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Actually i'm on welfare and poor, smack 'em, live with blacks,

Outer space every hour, every hour we blacks get devoured,

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

And all the mistreated blacks will reunite.

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Fuck all the blacks and fuck all the motherfuckin whites

Believed that blacks could unite with the whites together and shake hands

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

No more deceiving from the blacks, whites, puerto ricans,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

And all the mistreated blacks will reunite.

If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night