This is a song about "Racists"

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

The faces of all these ratchets and hypocritics and racists,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

And look at the motherfucking popes, they virulent racists,

And spit it back in the faces of you racists

Rather be in the studio then out buying drinks

Escaping all of you racists, re-shaping this occupation... nigga

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Racists raised us and caged us in with this misplaced hate,