This is a song about "White girls think they are black"

Fake rappers are spotted whether black or white like dalmatians,

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

White black contrast doesn't matter

Hold up, loud packs like i got cancer

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Top dropped down, black on black

My rhymes are so powerful i think i see on you some black and blue,

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

But, us fucking each others girls, do you really think they get that shit?

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say

It wasn't set up that way,they want us to fight each other,white black straight or half gay

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

The white and black are fighting back, explode like space comets,