This is a song about "Black disciples"

My four-four's givin payback

My president is black

The black clone of slim shady

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Took my heart away from money

I had on a black tee,

My god come before this bread

Skies are black, clouds are red

She was wet off the bat

And i thought i was black

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

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

The bummer is the fact that i'm black