This is a song about "Back to black"

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

To see her pretty little face bruised and black

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

Black on black murder,uh dear god, r.i.p to every soul

But i overshine ain't no niggas over sean

Our rights, fight 'em back, the white and black with weapons drawn,

But black kids come home to no father,

And there's little to be glad for

When love comes callin', don’t love back

Who happens to be black

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

They say i'm all out and whack, they say to be allowed i need to be black

Make the fingers snap

Makin money back to back

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Way back, when i had the red and black lumberjack