This is a song about "Police shooting blacks"

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Whites blacks asians arabs jews and latinos

I say "stay", she wanna leave

U prolly the one callin police

And i know - there'll never be peace

But according to the police

So get up off that slave ship

I'm shooting at the bullshit,

Maybe your kid won't attack the blacks

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

And you let blacks kill blacks rockefeller was tall

A shooting range with bullet limits

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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