This is a song about "Killing blacks"

Outer space every hour, every hour we blacks get devoured,

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Talkin' about hangin' peeps, and killin' blacks.

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Make my passion to critics ? backward opinions

No more deceiving from the blacks, whites, puerto ricans,

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

The blacks and whites were segregated, separated flawlessly,

My divine itching and shrine killing

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Back in the day the south showed no mercy for blacks

We getting money, you can face the facts

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Of the blacks and the whites all together, with no friction,

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

And you let blacks kill blacks rockefeller was tall