This is a song about "White dads burning on a cross made of mini vans"

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Got that cross on my forehead,

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

But i'm white as the writing on a blackboard so what you think of that.

Intendent attend them, cool cause

Now your mind is in a state of criss cross

Black and white sitting on a train

Well rick james, maury jane

Especially when i gotta fridge full of vodka cause my dads a drunk at least he

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

My dads a liability

You was up thirty, now your down fifty

Fuck needing the sign of the cross. you just a fat kate moss

Shame on ya'll, you tryna ball with the game on pause

I never wore a kufi, ignore my religion

Nail them to a cross in front of their damn children