This is a song about "Black diciples"

To their backs and attract the black on black

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Looking through her soul looking really black

Serial killer villan dressed in everything but black

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

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

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

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

While i freakin' spit black

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Black as black like the blacktop/

Pork on the fork, white in the pot