This is a song about "Racist black peole"

We kung-fu that jack black/

Snapple fact: you rather wack

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

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

Everybody wearin' different colors like a racist,

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

My ink pen so racist,

Who you callin rapist

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

Forget about the politicians cause we know they all racist

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I gotta know if it's real or not

Black as black like the blacktop/