This is a song about "A half black man"

Try to protect the neck, i ? from ya boo thang

A master plan to control the mind of a black man

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

There scared of us were half man half horse like sagittarius parkside productions

Pass me that bong, inhale, astronaut flow, space jam

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

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

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

And man, i'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half

In the black neighborhoods, man we had driven fast,

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

You half as nice, claiming' you rapping' tight, but man you suck

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Im a true black man rap is my game,