This is a song about "Back in black"

Never be found. stuff you in a black

When that money calls i holla back

Where the black girls get their weaves back

There's crack, there's crack

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Green in his lungs the black in his heart much scarier

You got reason to brag

My shoes black, slater back/

The white and black are fighting back, explode like space comets,

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

I dipped my fingers in the black abyss and now i can't turn back

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq