This is a song about "Am made of black"

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Brown on a canvas of black, i'm stenciling/

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

I made your rep shrink like it's made out of 100% cotton!

The black clone of slim shady

And niggas flashing crazy

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

All the memories we made start to fade to black

Sheets made of egyptian silk material

Cause this album pack enough evil

Entity of eternal freedom were black people strode

Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Cause here i am dressed in black all over again