This is a song about "Black attire"

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

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

Quick flipping up sexy back

A white guy tranna act like a black

Know it good when she go no hands

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

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

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

To their backs and attract the black on black

When that money calls i holla back

But i still rap like a black

Don’t you be holding back

Who happens to be black

Cause everytime i breathe, i think they killing mei'm having nightmares, homicidal fantasies

With one syllable i'm still able to rip ur entire lyrical attire off call it a strip tease/