This is a song about "Salvadorians and blacks"

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

And you let blacks kill blacks rockefeller was tall

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

But time and crime again i see blacks hurt blacks no need to turn back

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Believed that blacks could unite with the whites together and shake hands

Of the blacks and the whites all together, with no friction,

I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition

Talkin' about hangin' peeps, and killin' blacks.

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

The blacks and whites were segregated, separated flawlessly,