This is a song about "Shooting blacks"

The blacks and whites were segregated, separated flawlessly,

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

And i ain't goin' well

Prejudice fuck the blacks and the whites

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

A shooting range with bullet limits

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

And all the mistreated blacks will reunite.

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

You wanna be a star, you have ya own day

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

Over me the same peeps that have died

And all the mistreated blacks will reunite.

And blacks have stereotypes portrayed by the media,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh