This is a song about "Black bitches"

And i thought i was black

Make the fingers snap

You don't know what it feels like to be black cause bitches don't care,

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

To their backs and attract the black on black

But i still rap like a black

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

I can't turn back

While i freakin' spit black

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

Stay bitches, yeah low in your caves bitches

I call all my bitches

That shoebox shit, over with

* amalgam digital download bonus track

Last time i checked the president was black