This is a song about "Being the blackest"

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Just for me being weird in the past/

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

Being empty on the inside was his motivation.

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Being the best is something you can’t be

Im the blackest of black on the blackest kettle

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Took the form of a human being

And how it feels to feel that feeling

Shawty my bait, she say she never scared

It came so close to being the end

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

A poetic criminal being unjust toward the minimal.