This is a song about "Black dhalia"

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Black sneakers. black tops. talking smack while the smack drops

Whilst i glide with black crows,

X's and o's, you must be the rose

And that maybach, let me take em way back

Last time i checked the president was black

The crown ruler is back

We kung-fu that jack black/

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Looking through her soul looking really black

Oops, i'm so sorry

I had on a black tee,

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

If white was the new black