This is a song about "Racist white guy"

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Forget about the politicians cause we know they all racist

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Did you meet another guy

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

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

When i'm low, she take me high

Every other guy

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

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

I don't know why this average white guy gave into a rap fad,

You know i stick to the script

My ink pen so racist,

Everybody wearin' different colors like a racist,

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift