This is a song about "Racist"

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

If i lost you be patient

My ink pen so racist,

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

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

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

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,

That's why i cross the street. not 'cause i'm racist

Now i'm back with one of my latest

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Stupid racist jokes can surprise you like a pop quiz

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

And i'll declare lyrical war, on this racist dumbass.