This is a song about "Killing blacks"

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

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

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

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

And blacks have stereotypes portrayed by the media,

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

Not for attention for killing

Quite gifted, ambitions of life living

And you let blacks kill blacks rockefeller was tall

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

Maybe your kid won't attack the blacks

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

Snooping around and killing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing