This is a song about "Racist whit boy"

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

I'm ahead of the racist

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

You racist degrading hipsters can't fight dangerous cases,

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Stupid racist jokes can surprise you like a pop quiz

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

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

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets