This is a song about "Angel is black"

But hurt bad for reasons to accept that "he is thin and black".

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

Plus the city is mostly black so it's forever hated,

See, it's something about commitment though

My mind is more poisonous than a black widow

I'm tired of knowing my heart, is coal black.

And that maybach, let me take em way back

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Ugh this whole verse is wack, i cant rap cuz im the opposite of black,

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Standin on a table

Like that tragedy chris angel,

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

A pine box, closed casket and mommy's black dress is real