This is a song about "People be cussin"

Straight g thing, double m g thing

But people still be judging

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

Proceedin' to be lethal to the right kinds of people

For all my people who be knowing me clever

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better

Heard the sound of several gun shots

People mentioned i'll be waiting for the props

But people still be quittin'

Catch you up on places i've been

You and your people will be diminished finished

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

*bleep* a creep in diguise cussin to the gods up high,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Amazing how they raise us to be racist against our people,