This is a song about "Kill niggers"

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

Kill kill kill that's my motherfucking mind set

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

For every niggers who died protesting through the streets

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Ive got no license to kill

For real, a nigga ill

While im dishing out all of their wishes and burnin em faster than niggers in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

I ain't trynna be forward

Too stoned to kill a bird/