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

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

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

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

Rappers use beats like this to talk about their time

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

Got a bad taste from this hate-based race i hope they got their necks braced

Nobody even bother to take a second to realize about their families

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Can't stop so do you want to race,