This is a song about "Being the blackest"

Sentenced the public to being a peasant,

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

From a light-skinned girl to a dark-skinned brother

At the thought of being popular

It came so close to being the end

Then push the milk on a slow bend

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Just for me being weird in the past/

Yes i'm tired of being the villian now

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Im the blackest of black on the blackest kettle

You all niggas ain't even on my level

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling

And expose the exposed, getting the file enclosed while i'm being