This is a song about "Racism"

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

This racism shit makes me want to slit my wrists

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

Racism bullets being shot in every which way

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

Racism interferes with shit like government and showbiz

Stop your stupid racism for crying out loud!

Yea and this is something to think about

Yeah, i think i'mma cop me that new estate

Stop the racism, stop the violence, stop the hate,

Racism stands tall with his smoking gun, a child's life stolen

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Too many years of racism allow me with greater wisdom,

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done