This is a song about "Racial"

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

Cause them wolf gang niggas threw them off the bandwagon like

What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

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

Culture lost in a vortex of racial caricatures

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

This racial thing has gone too far today

And truthfully girl you really make my day

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

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

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

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight