This is a song about "Black dong"

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Seening no part of my long king kong dong. light up a bong get higher

Fuck it i got a few more now that my hair long

Door bell sounds like it's dinged it's last dong

Ring ring ding dong ching chang ching ringa ding dong

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

I promise i'mma call you back

Looking through her soul looking really black

We kung-fu that jack black/

Can't win with a passive attack

But i still rap like a black

Yeah, the sex in the sack