This is a song about "Big black bitche"

These wussies pretending to stand big

Superfly, opposite of basic

She always comin back

While i freakin' spit black

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

Looking through her soul looking really black

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

My president is black

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

To their backs and attract the black on black

Top dropped down, black on black

I don't want it on my back

But i still rap like a black

The crown ruler is back