This is a song about "Racist"

Everybody wearin' different colors like a racist,

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

That shit's in human genetics to be a racist at heart,

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

You racist degrading hipsters can't fight dangerous cases,

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

I'm ahead of the racist

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Amazing how they raise us to be racist against our people,

Curb stomp your face, racist

Don't mean to be impatient

My ink pen so racist,

You know i stick to the script

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

While we on that racist cop shit, riches for corporations off it,