This is a song about "Racial abuse"

Don't let them hold you back, don't give into abuse

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

'cuz i'm tired of your shit and the mental abuse,

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Abuse and trafficking

But i ain't listening

And i been fucking with cosby since i was ten, you damn right

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

Racial divisions is contradicting martin luther's vision

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

Y'all wonder why they cock and shoot, and abuse,

Culture lost in a vortex of racial caricatures

Girls will love you for your cross they ain't jesus lovers