This is a song about "Black cloths"

Top dropped down, black on black

The crown ruler is back

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Serial killer villan dressed in everything but black

Skies are black, clouds are red

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

I know you're mad, but so what

He wares a linen cloths and a pair of reed sandals

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

I don't rock designer cloths, i rather rock and shock with that raiden robe

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

Looking through her soul looking really black