This is a song about "Nathan the racist"

She leave her hair in the sink

I'm ahead of the racist

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

The stand your ground laws, jim crow, just as racist,

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

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

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

Taking the shots with, the gats from a racist obnoxious youth,

And i told him he was racist, i knew straight from the start,

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

No more taking shots at the blacks by these racist cops,

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

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

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class