This is a song about "Black disciples"

Good love then i can do that for her

White black contrast doesn't matter

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Y’all talk about christ like you’re his divine disciples,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Serial killer villan dressed in everything but black

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

Black as black like the blacktop/

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

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

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

That's not what the preachers, disciples, and nuns say,

I promise i'mma call you back

Never be found. stuff you in a black