This is a song about "Looking fillipinian african and indian"

And take place looking boy

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy

Looking at me and my dre beats

Can barely walk the city streets

And a big ass head, looking like some fucking monuments/

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

Watch your body turn indian red,

This is like love, that you can never get

Bitch spit the diss and switch to pistol, niggas who are african,

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Keep the glamor and glitz not looking to make the cash hits,

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its