This is a song about "Self racist"

The knowledge of my self still

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Self made bitch im coming soon.

I need a little room

It's that crack, give you something to sell

Call yourself a self made millionaire

On an everyday basis, play with racist hate, and blacks offend,

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

So much disrespect, it's like we're all growin' racist,

That's why i cross the street. not 'cause i'm racist

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

You racist degrading hipsters can't fight dangerous cases,

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus