This is a song about "Racist black peole"

Forget about the politicians cause we know they all racist

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Top dropped down, black on black

In the house, holla back

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

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

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

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

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

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

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

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Curb stomp your face, racist

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift