This is a song about "I wanna kill black people"

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

People call me black but i think it is whack

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

I dont wanna hear people yell i dont wanna meddle

People look at me n say thats what i wanna be,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

People wanna commonly call me a rappin prophecy/

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Black people get followed it stores, mindless locked in prison,

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Now i wanna kill her but yo, i gotta catch her first

Oh, cause when you rich you are on top of the world

While i freakin' spit black

Snapple fact: you rather wack