This is a song about "Black cloths"

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

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

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

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

May just gon' bring hobo back

And i thought i was black

Cutting me this worthless check

Skies are black, clouds are red

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

To their backs and attract the black on black

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

He wares a linen cloths and a pair of reed sandals

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Who happens to be black