This is a song about "Black elvis"

Looking through her soul looking really black

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Where the black girls get their weaves back

While i freakin' spit black

It'll last for all these crazy days

Elvis start turnin in his grave

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

To their backs and attract the black on black

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

My territory you're making elvis turn gay, hey! and i'm not afraid

But i still rap like a black

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Black on black murder,uh dear god, r.i.p to every soul

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control