This just SupaBad Breath's usual cry to save him from himself and his bruthaz. He thinks Whitey just hasn't done enough to wipe and powder their asses for them and feed them. They've been handed everything on a platter, and all they managed to do was fuck up even worse, and murder and loot themselves even worse than the Mongols ever did to their victims. He really wants to bring back plantations for him to live on and have a fat white man like Charles Durning taking care of him and telling him what to do all day.