This is a song about "Black chap"

'fore i make another 'how can you slap' youtube clip

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit.

Looking through her soul looking really black

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

They smoke black and wear black hats, with red shirts,

Tyrannous regimes, heatin' coals, black diamonds,

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit.

We kung-fu that jack black/

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Black on black murder,uh dear god, r.i.p to every soul