This is a song about "Black dress"

I can shoot 'em there, dress up like a cop and abort,

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

We kung-fu that jack black/

Ain't even tryna hold back

Unlike these rappers who rather dress-up than be a rapper

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Black as black like the blacktop/

By any means, if ya like it or not

Yall fuck it yes im depressed and dress in black

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

I ain't ever ask for nothing to make it right here

A pine box, closed casket and mommy's black dress is real

Let me dress you up as a school girl and rape ya,

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada