This is a song about "Racist rap"

My ink pen so racist,

If i lost you be patient

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

People acting racist even though they act so damn pious

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Forget about the politicians cause we know they all racist

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

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

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

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

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

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Everybody wearin' different colors like a racist,

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed