This is a song about "Kenneth r davis"

Im a move to the beat u fools r sweet

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

You ever paid attention in there? me either

Like an r&b singer, bitch i'm a believer,

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Trayvon martin, jordan davis, rodney king, racist cop shit,

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

In perpetual brownout, seeing davis, gray scenes

All my nigears r in the projects

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

Or, if you prefer, d n k r o z

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Of masc to the field and double to the r

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star