This is a song about "Black crazy he is a good reapper"

On they twitter writing novels, see

And had a good black friday

A black guy in a suit, i could tell he was obama

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

That he can't obtain. like a black man in campaigne, sip champagne,

With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

And killing is a crazy person's symptom

On here she met rob, he seemed like a good guy

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Looks like he wasn't in a good mood

I’m saving major loot

"he was a good kid, it really is a shame."

Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same

Good black is the omega i get swifter

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for