This is a song about "Racial hatred"

They say beauty's in the eye of the beholder

Hatred, drugs, hey no one can live there life sober

Thomas, clay aiken no gay shit, ass naked

A blatant case of weighted hatred,

Arguing into the night, hatred at the sight,

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women

Racial divisions is contradicting martin luther's vision

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Once you successful they relentlessly givin you hatred

I have no hatred, i'm not naming no names

So if you done with these beijing games

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups