This is a song about "Shooting blacks"

Shows to do, got record to sell

Now i'm shooting blanks but hell.

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Shooting missiles that where hooting whistles!

The blacks and whites were segregated, separated flawlessly,

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

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Prejudice fuck the blacks and the whites

Not only am i here to talk the treatment of blacks,

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Im going on a shooting spree

And my kick game beyond crazy

He watched house party, and ate apple jacks

Back in the day the south showed no mercy for blacks

We getting money, you can face the facts

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