This is a song about "Racial segregation"

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Judging one another just because of racial color.

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Racial divisions is contradicting martin luther's vision

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

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

End the segregation and all that aggravation

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Make the world see, for every mc that i see tryna steal flow

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

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs