This is a song about "Whiye people"

Them people weak them people weak

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Lady at the frank stand will

I see all these people

People are people so let’s just mind our own

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

That's the window into the sky

People steal, people die,

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

And werent we just the two cutest people

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Now pray, the steeple only help some people

Inhale my color purple

So many selfish people