The year is 2045. The southern United States lives under BLACK RULE. All white males are sissified. White women live to serve BLACK KINGS in vast reproduction facilities. Welcome to America's BLACK FUTURE.

Alex Lang remembers life before the revolution – before the government-issued hormones, the sissy wigs, frilly lingerie, and mandatory chastity. He lives on the war-torn outskirts of New Africa, where he hides his beautiful blonde step-sister Kaylee from the clutches of the brutal New African army.

As musclebound black soldiers prowl the countryside searching for fertile white women, Alex will stop at nothing to protect sweet Kaylee's purity. In his pink-and-blue wig, flirty sissy skirt, and fishnet stockings, Alex gives his tender white body to a gang of pitiless

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I put the new Forgis on the Jeep
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my ♥♥♥♥♥♥ got it out the streets
I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans
I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
Now a ♥♥♥♥♥ can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'
I was wakin' up, gettin' racks in the morning
I was broke, now I'm rich, these ♥♥♥♥♥♥ salty

All this designer on my body got me drip, drip, ayy
Straight up out the Yajects, I'm a big Crip
If I got a pint of lean, I'ma sip, sip
I run the racks up with my queen like London and Nip
But I got rich on all these ♥♥♥♥♥♥, I didn't forget, back
I had to go through the struggle, I didn't forget that
I hopped inside of the Maybach and now I can sit back
These ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ know me now 'cause I got them big racks
'Cause I'm gettin' money now, I know you heard that
Young ♥♥♥♥♥ on the corner, ♥♥♥♥♥, I had to serve crack
Uncle fronted me some P's, had to get them birds back
We came up on dirty money, I gave it a birdbath
Cut off the brain and I give my ♥♥♥♥♥ a new coupe
Either you from the Yah Gang or you're SuWoop
Got a New Orleans ♥♥♥♥♥ and man, that ♥♥♥♥♥ voodoo
And I'm that ♥♥♥♥♥ now, who knew?

I put the new Forgis on the Jeep
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my ♥♥♥♥♥♥ got it out the streets
I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans
I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
Now a ♥♥♥♥♥ can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'
I was wakin' up, gettin' racks in the morning
I was broke, now I'm rich, these ♥♥♥♥♥♥ salty