This is a song about "Back to the black"

I dont need to be a black boy to bust this rhyme or the need

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

Bring it all back in the back of a black cadillac

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong

Life live, might as well, only way to learn

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

Top dropped down, black on black

My shoes black, slater back/

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Way back, when i had the red and black lumberjack

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

It's nice to know ya, aim and spark it at the white and the black,

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

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