This is a song about "Being black"

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

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

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

When that money calls i holla back

Never be found. stuff you in a black

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

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

My four-four's givin payback

The villian’s back and venom black

Snapple fact: you rather wack

But i still rap like a black

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

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

Get the zippo and spark the shit

Fuck being counterfeit