This is a song about "Black babes"

Serial killer villan dressed in everything but black

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

Pictures of hot babes on the shelves, discretely canned his mother's crap

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Can't win with a passive attack

My president is black

Black as black like the blacktop/

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Never be found. stuff you in a black

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

I'm back on these highways moving cakes

But i keep fucking maids, wanting more babes

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

House full of babes look like marilyn monroe

To their backs and attract the black on black

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap