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

Looking for foes to leak, costa ricans or puerto ricans,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

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

Superfly, opposite of basic

We looking for a bite to eat real quick

As she’s rushing to the hospital looking for a way quick,

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

Looking through her soul looking really black

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

And all women who had light features, see

I'm not looking for a label to sign me,

Which seems to feeds us the needed for beefin'

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Black ass nigga my shit and stool

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool