This is a song about "Racial abuse"

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

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

And start hurting other people with my verbal abuse

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Even though i'm a victim of my father's abuse

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

Cause baby i refuse, to do a pup some abuse

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

What can i say you gunna hate and use racial slang

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

Manufactured substance that all you suckers abuse//

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

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