This is a song about "Racist bitch"

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Taking the shots with, the gats from a racist obnoxious youth,

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

On an everyday basis, play with racist hate, and blacks offend,

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

My ink pen so racist,

Who you callin rapist

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

People in those ghettoes are still victims of the racist cop shit,

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

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

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

But now all i see around me are divided racist faces,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love