This is a song about "Racial 1960s"

Racial divisions is contradicting martin luther's vision

Cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas. listen

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

Niggas diewhen they try to infiltrate my crewwe never hide, we ride

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

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

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

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Culture lost in a vortex of racial caricatures

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

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa