text: Part 1: Look At Me!
  Behold my liege, I am your noble steed
  Im like Bitch, who is your mans? 
  Cant keep my dick in my pants 
  My bitch dont love me no mo 
  She kick me out Im like vro 
  That bitch dont wanna be friends 
  I gave her dick, she amen 
  She put her tongue on my dick 
  Look at my wrist, about ten 
  Just got a pound of the boof 
  Brought that shit straight to the booth 
  Tommy my Hilfiger voots 
  She said, wan fuck? Bitch, I do 
  You put a gun on my mans 
  I put a hole in your parents 
  I just got lean on my ksubis 
  I got a UZI, no Uzi
  Part 2: RIOT
  Luke White on the beat
  You ever seen a nigga hung with a gold chain?
  Id rather sing about the same things that we claim
  Such is bashful, but niggas like the task force
  Mobbin on the streets and robbin stores in ski masks, bruh
  Niggas ask for peace in a riot and bring violence
  Cause its a game of cat and mouse and you gon bleed silent
  Whats the justice in sayin fuck it and grab the pump?
  Then kill a woman of many children makes you a chump
  Look at all the stores you wreckin, nigga I reckon
  Think about the people who own it for about a second
  I know you got your problems, but brother, they got theirs
  This is not a game, quit violence and grow a pair
  But yo, youd rather hear me say, Fuck black prejudice!
  Lets murder different races, grow hatred and form irrelevant!
  Views and etcetera, knives thrown
  Damage em, lives blown, oblivion hole cold, oblivious
  I wont dare say that you should stop the fuckin ignorance
  Murder ops, killin shit, Id enjoy the thrill of it
  Bath in blood of officers, different corpses, offin em, Auction em, dont you bark at em
  Murder em, never heard of em
  I could preach the peace but say fuck it and preach the murder
  Cause this aint fuckin life that we livin
  Go ahead and grab the extension
  Grab another one: uncle, cousin, brother, son
  Glory to all the chosen ones that will rid you of the innocence
  But in a sense, innocent will soon behold the ignorance
  Blasphemous, killin our own, murderin black—
  Equity and equality: the end result we all — the ones that dont want to live in misery, that is — desire. And naturally we all black and white are schadenfreude or malicious. Here are a few examples
  Emmett Till, August 28th, 1955, Mississippi — pulled out of his house in the middle of the night, in front of his mother who had to watch her son be taken from her on the sidelines, for little to no reason at all worth murdering a fourteen-year-old boy. Castrated, mutilated, but also documented for the years to see
  Kori Ali Muhammad, black-on-white. Philando Castile, white-on-black. Now these things never come to or remotely remain in the public eye. And the youth is never inspired to take a stand to make a difference. So I will speak for them. The youth, that is, the ones full of innocence. The ones inspired by the things around them, to matter
  I can go on forever about the fact that murder is murder whether youre black or white. You should always feel free to voice your opinion, but to act out on these irrational thoughts in every shape or form is disgusting. You cannot, as black or white, call yourself the supreme race when moved out of your comfort by the oppositions color, their skin color. That is no form of being or demonstrating being a supreme being
  If you are a supremacist, be unmoved by the opposition. Remain unscathed in the comfort of your own home, in your own realm. Demonstrate care for the youths future, white or black, black or white. Are you willing to risk your childs future due to your own bigotry? The choice is yours, but your child will not stand for the hate. This generation will be loved, nurtured, heard and understood