This is a song about "White men cant rap"

You now say i can't rap, cause i'm too white/

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

God knows how i feel about my life, how i feel about holding up white men with a sharpened knife,

Rich white men control this nation, they're praying and preach,

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Cant the white man, understand, we won, we ve been freed

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

I cant stop this destruction, wanna rap with me start the conjunction

I'll never call you bitch again

I'm raymond for rap when it's raining men

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

Shit this rap is so great, great the king slayer cant compete,