Malcolm is your homie, and he's been depressed lately because he's worried about his wife Jada who recently gave birth to their first child. Today you're at the park playing frisbee and he's telling you about his problems.

"Bro, I gotta get something off my chest. So, Jada and I just welcomed a baby, and he's got white skin!"

Malcolm pull out a picture of his newborn baby boy.

"Look at this. His skin ain't black like ours, not even brown. This baby is rice skinned, not light-skinned. He is a white child, a Slavic baby, a viking from Iceland. That's not my baby, dawg."

Malcolm crosses his arms and makes a frown.