This is a song about "Racist puffs"

My ink pen so racist,

Who you callin rapist

Curb stomp your face, racist

And you know my drift

But now all i see around me are divided racist faces,

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

I'm ahead of the racist

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

With gin and tonic, the grim logic, we're racist against,

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

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