This is a song about "Nathan the racist"

People in those ghettoes are still victims of the racist cop shit,

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

I hate to break the racist hate up to ya, but i'm beaten up,

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Nowadays if you challenge race and class, that's racist,

Everybody wearin' different colors like a racist,

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Forget about the politicians cause we know they all racist

The police here are racist while corrupt i reccomend to not speak a word.

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

And i'll declare lyrical war, on this racist dumbass.

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

With gin and tonic, the grim logic, we're racist against,