This is a song about "Back to the black"

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

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Where the black girls get their weaves back

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

The excitement got over me, so i dropped to the floor and it faded black

D-low where's the trigger, i'll let this bullet play hero.. bang

A master plan to control the mind of a black man

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

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn

Black and white it's all the same i'm here to reaffirm

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

I don't want fans to see the darkness bitch even white has 50 shades of black/

Bring it all back in the back of a black cadillac

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad