I intended this to be a punk-influenced song, but with a danceable beat. You’ll notice that this doesn’t have a chorus, it’s a throwback to an older song structure, AABA. This song is a commentary on how latent racism really isn’t so latent and is based on my personal observations. That lyric in the first verse about how I never knew my family name… so many Black people who descended from the enslaved in this country do not know their family names. The names were taken from our ancestors long ago. My last name is British. You can find it on a national park in Alabama and a neighborhood in Atlanta. That’s a detail that few people really ever stop to think about, and so many people in this country have no way of knowing what their family name truly is. That’s something profound to me.