This is a song about "Roasting asains about their race"

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Tell them witches and their race that there's a penalty,

From where they praise

It feels like a big race,

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Talk about race and class instead of profit makin',

Women talk about men in the beginning but never seem to have their

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

And listenin' to my kids questioning, wonderin' about where their momma is

He made me see the truths about peoples lies and their sins

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

But shit, i don't care about their worthless comments.

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

Always call me weaser how about the best ones jocks their the ones who