This is a song about "Racist"

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

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

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

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

And i'll declare lyrical war, on this racist dumbass.

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

People in those ghettoes are still victims of the racist cop shit,

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Trayvon martin, jordan davis, rodney king, racist cop shit,

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

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

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

I'm gettin blitzed and i reminsce on all the times we shared

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

While we on that racist cop shit, riches for corporations off it,