This is a song about "Black bears"

She was wet off the bat

My president is black

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

I don't want it on my back

Who happens to be black

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

Try to jack and i will attack

Top dropped down, black on black

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

And i thought i was black

Goddamn, the boy's back