This is a song about "Black candles looking for which nigga to target"

Ask me for advice to become a real nigga

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Bitch i'll fuck you for some target practice

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Dependin' on how i feel, either the coupe or sedan

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

We looking for a bite to eat real quick

But hurt bad for reasons to accept that "he is thin and black".

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back