This is a song about "Shooting blacks"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

The blacks and whites were segregated, separated flawlessly,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

The blacks and whites were segregated, separated flawlessly,

Why am i back to shooting up again?

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Mixed feelings cause now all the chicks feeling him

Went out shooting, here's my retribution/

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

Blacks, whites, and puerto rocs, poor or not,

When i get my hands on nines

Shooting down moms and wives

And all the mistreated blacks will reunite.

Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right