This is a song about "Racial"

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

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

And now it's stupid, seen as foolish, wonder 'bout the racial lines,

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

Culture lost in a vortex of racial caricatures

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

This racial thing has gone too far today

Judging one another just because of racial color.

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Racial divisions is contradicting martin luther's vision