This is a song about "Being black"

My president is black

The crown ruler is back

A break from what you hearing

For going on being

I believed in a higher being.

And my wish is to have everything

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Last time i checked the president was black

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

And when you're arrested for being black and you're jeopardized,

While i freakin' spit black

In the house, holla back

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

One night love: i'mma need that

Fuck being counterfeit