This is a song about "Racist niggas"

Curb stomp your face, racist

She leave her hair in the sink

I'm ahead of the racist

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

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

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Nearly homeless racist ignorant people, not making sense,

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

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

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

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal