This is a song about "Racist puffs"

They bumping, playin' racist tapes, yo we all make mistakes,

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

You racist degrading hipsters can't fight dangerous cases,

And finally, everyone got their own problems

You probably go kukoo for koko puffs

Because they're shaken 'round, taken down by racist police,

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Nowadays if you challenge race and class, that's racist,

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

Amazing how they raise us to be racist against our people,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Nearly homeless racist ignorant people, not making sense,