This is a song about "Niggers are not equal"

Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing

Our rhymes are brutal, and im not fooling

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

You succeeded when dreams and reality are almost equal

It equal your body but not looking peaceful

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Are they listening paying attention or not

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Those words are real not crack,

Can't win with a passive attack