This is a song about "Am made of black"

Cause here i am dressed in black all over again

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

Ive got satan on speed-dial, call that nigga up talkin about slicin open my wrist,

'i am not guilty, i am innocent'- i heard that it made me sick 'n' insanely pissed

The black clone of slim shady

And my kick game beyond crazy

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

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

Shade doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

Innovative and i'm made of rubber

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks