This is a song about "Spitting on jewish kids"

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

I'm drinking voltage so i be spitting current on the floor

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Their spitting off the page ripping off you're face on stage

Spitting randomly high on pot

Only real niggas stay on top

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Spitting sentences spilling residue on his crew neck

I see the kids on the street

Last of a dying breed

Me spitting on a canvas

I think found where your mind was

Our children must be taught, of africa

And all you kids know it, i'll blast on ya