This is a song about "Race and gender"

So imma call ya, fag cause in fact i don't know your gender

Try to keep your spirits up, lil vodka whatever

For destroying the human race and taking gods place,

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

There's a clear divide of race and class between the rich and poor,

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

Talk about race and class instead of profit makin',

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

6 is only half senses, and i'm waiting on my race to send ships

Try to protect the neck, i ? from ya boo thang

No body knows your gender u ain't a man

Judge me for my color and my race, that crap puts an utter in my face

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

Seems they'll race and knock it, i guess what i'm trying to say,