This is a song about "Hate blacks"

No more taking shots at the blacks by these racist cops,

I'm too explosive for your ears like i'm throwing bombs

Not only am i here to talk the treatment of blacks,

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks

When you was leaving, did he put up a fight

And all the mistreated blacks will reunite.

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

The blacks and whites were segregated, separated flawlessly,

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

For blacks and the whites, but these kids hear us slaughter cops,

And you let blacks kill blacks rockefeller was tall

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

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

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

Blacks, whites, and puerto rocs, poor or not,