This is a song about "Black"

I know you're mad, but so what

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

I had on a black tee,

Wanna see you work your body

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit.

Serial killer villan dressed in everything but black

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Looking through her soul looking really black

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Wonder if they take it all back

While i freakin' spit black

We kung-fu that jack black/

You got reason to brag

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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