This is a song about "Black"

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Last time i checked the president was black

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

They smoke black and wear black hats, with red shirts,

Goddamn, the boy's back

Who happens to be black

But i still rap like a black

Naked woman rub my back

Sneak up on attack

While i freakin' spit black

I had on a black tee,

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Black sneakers. black tops. talking smack while the smack drops