This is a song about "Police shooting blacks"

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

And you let blacks kill blacks rockefeller was tall

Maybe your kid won't attack the blacks

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Can't wait 'til a cop ain't actin' right

And all the mistreated blacks will reunite.

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

Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

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

Cause some of you bitches funny

Im going on a shooting spree