they told me to write a rap 

but shit, what the fuck do i rap about?

dont know if i can swear in this

but fuck i sweared twenty times now

shit, hadnt been that many

i love to over exaggerate

the one thing they dont exaggerate is what people hate

the people hate to contemplate that now beyoncé's songs aint about them 

the one thing we seem to have got this month they fightin

police be gunnin us down, dont even know what the problem is 

because my melanin high, yours aint

there that problem is

yeah its that stereotypical black shit, rapping about what happened to us

tell me that system aint wrong, guess its still not made for us

im black

and im rapping 

and whoevers reading this might not understand my passion 

and i might get fired off in the comment section 

is an $8 check worth what im getting 

but someone reading this might be a believer

might understand that thanks to Martin, we're the number one dreamers

and i know im scared to post it but im being brave

assassined on the hotel balcony, look what he braved 

i dont know where this rap is going 

for 8 dollars we'll forget every depravity they throwin