This is a song about "Black girls"

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Where the black girls get their weaves back

We kung-fu that jack black/

Snapple fact: you rather wack

My bars are a fluent fit / a confusing mix exiting my spewing lips

Tonic. my nigga jhon got me into black girls now all i'm speaking is ebonics.

Girls looking like barbie

I’m tryna be low key

I'm about to snap

Top dropped down, black on black

Who happens to be black

May just gon' bring hobo back

Girls always playing games with emotions

And the v12, that's on various trips

I don't want it on my back

And i thought i was black