This is a song about "Being black"

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit.

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

She was wet off the bat

And i thought i was black

But make sure if they do see

And had a good black friday

Now this is what i call an evening

I believed in a higher being.

My president is black

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

I see young black males being treated, came from nothing,

Who happens to be black

You got reason to brag

Wonder if they take it all back

While i freakin' spit black