This is a song about "Racist white folk"

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

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

I know you just doing your job

Enough talking bout them other folk

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

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

"please!! rub that #white #thing on my face", you're the gayest folk

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

That shit's in human genetics to be a racist at heart,

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

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

My ink pen so racist,

Who you callin rapist