This is a song about "The unseen"

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

In the heat of the summer,

And how the fuck do these racist actions go unseen?!

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

The truth but thats the way

Might as well pre pay

A flaming gleam while they scream unseen, a screaming cracked fiend

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick

Got the passion for the music

Looking for them better days

The streetz is aint the safe

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the