This is a song about "An ugly black and skall boy"

I dont need to be a black boy to bust this rhyme or the need

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

All the girls call me ugly, and the ones that wanna fuck me

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

The villian’s back and venom black

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Black woman you cold

Boy and girls watch me unfold

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

Back to the lair, son, you're still stuck wit an ugly duck, chum

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls

They smoke black and wear black hats, with red shirts,

To their backs and attract the black on black

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack