This is a song about "Street races"

Leave you severed across the street

Yea i'm missin some sleep

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Born into a society run by superior races.

It's like you grew up on drug street, from jump street

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Our races were faced with hate and it was tragic

Helpin’ little old ladies across the street

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

In america we have the most races but we still so bias

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Politicians to stand and fight, making accusations to inferior races,

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

I’m way harder than the concrete

Now we all in the street