This is a song about "Robots on welfare from saturn"

So if it comes down, may the best man win

And from there on they be trippin'

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

No more drama from now on, i promise

You knew where i was coming from and would even add on

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

Actually i'm on welfare and poor, smack 'em, live with blacks,

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

I just want somebody i can see

On "i'm back" from the mathers lp

Bringing up fucking ro-bots

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars