[Intro]
Ya; J. Cole, yay, no

[Verse 1]
I understand the point you tryna convey
But Cole you goin' 'bout it all the wrong way
Ay fuck fire squad, you should've done ya job
I had to call ya mom, you know I don't play
I had to, sit Kay down to have a little conversation
Caught her up on all that bullshit that you been sayin'
You so intelligent, but where's the common sense?
See this predicament begins where the verbal vomit ends
So you the realest out but Mr. Cole just plays himself
Hiding the Caucasian part of him, high up on the shelf
So please Jermaine don't take offense when I say this
'Cause I'm your biggest fan but you'll prolly claim I'm racist
You exploiting race like Macklemore did with gays
Just regurgitating bullshit, just to boost ya name
I know ya had an album that ya had to sell
Overall I loved the shit, I'm sure the stats are doing well
But you sound like the type, that said Michael Jackson can't do pop
That's about as stupid as Elvis not being the king of rock
I wonder how many blacks owe their life to Mr. Rubin
Would those kids be shit, without the records he producing
Maybe you don't understand where Kyle's coming from and that's cool
Like every white person stands under none, but you wrong dude
Supposedly you came from nothing, then I'm just like you
Single mother home, my dad passed, we had to fight too
Oh yeah I knew him, on that needle or in jail
But never altered my mindset I knew my family'd prevail
Here's the thing I'm tryin' to get across, for you clowns
Listening to J. Cole bash whites about a sound
Its ignorant, it's sad, 'cause J. Cole, you had the voice
You want racism to end? its actually your choice
Don't talk it, let's walk it, we can change all of their minds
If we start acting right, I promise that they'll change in time