This is a song about "Racist boy"

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

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

Send you to hell, you meet the devil, sign a permanent lease

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

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Nearly homeless racist ignorant people, not making sense,

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

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

Stupid racist jokes can surprise you like a pop quiz

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

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

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

The stand your ground laws, jim crow, just as racist,

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

I'm ahead of the racist