This is a song about "Niggers stealin shit"

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Stealin some bars is all good and fine

Westside, bitch i run mine

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Wondering shit, questioning shit

They keep stealin', they can't stop the burglary

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

For every niggers who died protesting through the streets

Everything is just full of shit.

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

The dead society of a poet

This towns full of bull shit