This is a song about "Racial discrimination in bashville"

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

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

2 girls 1 cup

Stuck in the in the tub,

Just to overthrow discrimination against different races

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

This song to retaliate this discrimination of fakes who are hating

My shirt, purple label my shirt

In every thought, in every word

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

To the situation and understand the discrimination

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win