This is a song about "Racist kid"

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.

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

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

I decided my pride is just why i resist

So much disrespect, it's like we're all growin' racist,

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

I'm ahead of the racist

People acting racist even though they act so damn pious

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Nearly homeless racist ignorant people, not making sense,

My ink pen so racist,

She leave her hair in the sink