This is a song about "Racist black peole"

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

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

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

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

I'm more insane than a rapist, or a stateless racist

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

Because they're shaken 'round, taken down by racist police,

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

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

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

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

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass