This is a song about "Am black"

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Last time i checked the president was black

And i thought i was black

Make the fingers snap

Who happens to be black

Don’t you be holding back

Cause here i am dressed in black all over again

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Never be found. stuff you in a black

When that money calls i holla back

Spit fire i don't tire, i am crass, do yourself a favor get your ass black and blue

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

To their backs and attract the black on black

I don't know why i'm even on this track

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

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit