This is a song about "Profiling"

How nobody's there, its recognition isn't fair,

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Don't need your recognition or your admonition

And now it's stupid, seen as foolish, wonder 'bout the racial lines,

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

We don't want an explanation, make an annotation to help you

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Soon the government will have programs for genetic strands,

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

Let's pretend he never was judged on facial traits,

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

Cause i've lost all recognition on it and i didn't expect to be reminiscin'