This is a song about "Lost boys of sudan"

And inside they think rap's soft

Explains the lives of six lost

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

It's the rise of the reaper, collecting lost souls,

Culture lost in a vortex of racial caricatures

I refuse to be another being on this earth

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash