This is a song about "Back in black"

No matter if you black, once you go italian you won't back,

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Bring it all back in the back of a black cadillac

Yall fuck it yes im depressed and dress in black

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Or something that you paid for

Its in black and white and read all over

They do this in spite, whether its black on black or white on white

I just think we need one night, can't decide if i came right

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Sometimes i would sneak out in the night with my black hood

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

That act black / till the upper half of their body moves so far back