This is a song about "Hating blacks"

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

While you stay hating yourself inwardly.

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Buzz it, like my very first day in here

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Radio the cops and tell them to stop hating

Keep hating cause it keeps fueling

So if it comes down, may the best man win

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

And all the mistreated blacks will reunite.

This goes out to anybody still hating

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

I swear that im elevating eliminating the hating

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

Keep pushing even when there is hating,