just for being black tbh..smh
So I better watch my step or I might catch a bullet slug
See there's all kinds of rival stuff
We all in the line of fire nikka, and survival's tough
Send my son to the store, cause there's mold on the bread
They might send him home with a hole in the head
And just like 'Windex Cleaner'
It's clear that nikkas settle problems with their index finger
And my moms has yet to strove
Cause she know that folks catches strays like pet control
These are dangerous times, the life's on the line
A nikka might get it by the knife or the nine
I gotta stay awake when I hold the cake
Cause the grim reaper looking for a soul to take
And the next cat may be him
So I look over my shoulder, when I'm standing at the ATM
Ya can go 'head and worry 'bout the crackers, fine
But that nikka with the nine, skin is black as mine