This is a song about "Self racist"

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

And how the fuck do these racist actions go unseen?!

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

Forget about the politicians cause we know they all racist

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Because they're shaken 'round, taken down by racist police,

You racist degrading hipsters can't fight dangerous cases,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Texting my mama current self

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

The knowledge of my self still

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill