This is a song about "Racism songs"

You're not usin' your brain

Your songs are so fuckin lame

About racism, we would have little agreements in a big way!

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day

From punky little songs for competition

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

I could barely write these songs

Huh, a metaphor of course

It appears in your unwitty songs

People dislike my stance, the lyrics in songs,

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

There’s not enough peaceful activism and too much racism,

Wussup with all these love songs?

Organized crime, i kill your boss