This is a song about "Never warn blacks"

Calm down before i strike i warn

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs

Actually i'm on welfare and poor, smack 'em, live with blacks,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

You do not diss us, to warn we we're not insult takers,

Get in it so i gotsa warn ya fore i tore ya

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

But don't say i didn't warn you, you may die

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

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

But time and crime again i see blacks hurt blacks no need to turn back

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack