[Verse 1: Locksmith]

We like to joke around Trump is black

'Cause He caught a case and got shot at

That's just as silly as Hillary pulling hot sauce out her coat

Or Biden defining who can be black based off a vote

If We don't address these things, they go unchecked

But these are the stereotypes We like to project

You hit the nail's head

What if instead of Sexyy Red, it was sexy to be well-read?

Well said, if we said it, wherе does the vision land?

How come all of our moguls mimic a businеss plan?

Is there a bigger scam to land on Billboard

Just to be a billboard for liquor brands?

Then drill it in your head 'til it traumatizes

Well fed, let it spread like a common virus

I get embarrassed looking at pictures of Paris

'Cause We talk a good talk but catwalk for our colonizers

Wave notes are slave tropes

Modern vlog reels trace back to Vaudeville

Scrawny slivers of comedy calm your quivers

Past the glee of Stagger Lee, Sambo to Suwanee River

So why do we criticize what we idolize?

Rather believe in IG than your lying eyes?

I advise, quit ionizing them biased guys

Testify against their own tribe, if you supply a prize

[Verse 2: Styles P]

Yeah, the pain will cause hysteria

The culture is fucked up; I'm blaming corporate America

Yeah, you focused on social media

Is it the artists, or the execs, being greedier?

I sort of figured it's kind of both

I'm worried about your growth, My nigga, not what you gross

Read it over twice, beloved, before you post

Saying you're gonna slide? Well, that's a slippery slope

Fuck the Democrats and the Republicans

If you ask Me, it's one government

If you really look at it close

They get you picking a side, get you picking a vote

It's never no equality; you're just hoping for hope

This ain't a match; I ain't playing dope on a rope

Nah, 'cause I know what tragic is:

Homies wearing purses, ladies saying they savages

You gotta think out the box

You worried about the ops, I'm worried about the Ahk's;

We both gotta worry about the cops

You came from the bottom; I hope you're seeing the top

If you got little, I hope you're seeing a lot

Crackers got a plan; I'm hoping you're seeing the plot

That is Locksmith, and I am one of The LOX

When it comes to My folks, give it everything I got, Ghost

[Verse 2: Locksmith]

So, what is your definition of culture?

Does social media mediate how sex is painted?

The glow's realer as soon as you hit the Lotto

Can't criticize them, 'cause us men helped to perpetuate it

With our women, We scoff when it's authentic, in awe when it's augmented

We're often involved in it; We often absolve ourselves, condemning it

Still, the symptoms of big pimping are children of tip drills

But still, We instill it, they steal it; it's up to us to distill it

For our green, We're all green; grittiness is a skill

It can pay dividends or spiral

Why incriminate yourself in a murder just to go viral?

Engage rivals, then ignore the bleeding?

It's like any amount of fame is worth more than freedom

On a podcast about a podcast about a podcast, reacting to reactors reacting to it

And y'all laugh if y'all clash, then they weaponized it

Repackage the press to buy it, then spread it like an infectious virus

Galvanize hate and create a villain

Not actually diagnosing the problems that We're concealing

We're still in denial quick to keep looping that sample pack

The straw man that broke the camel's back

Will never give an answer back

So, what is your definition of culture

When the outside decides?

Be wary of that exposure