This is a song about "Racial"

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Momma say, you making me lose pay

This racial thing has gone too far today

Now my momma mentioned the day before what she would like

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

They ain't grossing a million liquid, don't form an opinion

Racial divisions is contradicting martin luther's vision

What can i say you gunna hate and use racial slang

Hold up now don’t get it twisted if you slang do your thang

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Let's pretend he never was the victim of racial hate,

Those police have racial bias, they put liquor in the ghetto,

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow