This is a song about "All black"

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Dressed in all black, 'cause you whack bastards killed rap.

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

Man our soldiers ain't white, they all black and latino,

May just gon' bring hobo back

We kung-fu that jack black/

But now, there's no moon- the sky is all black.

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

Black and white it's all the same i'm here to reaffirm

While i freakin' spit black

Snapple fact: you rather wack

It’s hip-hop, not pop

Black as black like the blacktop/