This is a song about "Racial 1960s"

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

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

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

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

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

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

What can i say you gunna hate and use racial slang

Since nino, g-money, the carter, and the duh-duh man

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Racial divisions is contradicting martin luther's vision

Judging one another just because of racial color.

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

I know you see me looking girl go on and act right

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

This racial thing has gone too far today

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play