This is a song about "A black man"

And that yous a black belt in karate

Walk that body, talk that body

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I got crunk off a straight black coffee

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

My mothers family had a plan/ marry this black man/ work your

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

More like a black ass rapist

Like the man in black but the voice stays golden

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

And had a good black friday

And more than likely

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man

Its hard for a black man on the streets

Way too big for my my fucking jeans