This is a song about "Black and ye"

Black ass nigga my shit and stool

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

They smoke black and wear black hats, with red shirts,

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

Yall fuck it yes im depressed and dress in black

And all she wants is to dance

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Young gifted and black born to win

And i like the hoes that need passion

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Ye we skate and ye we hate do what we do to dodge the fakes

And had a good black friday

But five years from now i bet she see

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back

To see her pretty little face bruised and black