This is a song about "Black galaxy"

The malady a galaxy of self-fulfilling prophecies

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

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

She was wet off the bat

My president is black

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

Fill up a buster, my skill is bigger then a galaxy cluster.

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Switch swag on you little dick fags

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

Last time i checked the president was black

Bring that shit the fuck back

And i thought i was black