This is a song about "Racist"

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

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

They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement

On an everyday basis, play with racist hate, and blacks offend,

You know i stick to the script

My ink pen so racist,

Everybody wearin' different colors like a racist,

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

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

Nowadays if you challenge race and class, that's racist,

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

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

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

People acting racist even though they act so damn pious

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

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