This is a song about "Black god"

We don't understand god

Well man i do the yacht

Cause i'm beginnin' to feel like a rap god, rap god

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

If white was the new black

Quick flipping up sexy back

To get them niggas while they laid back

Never be found. stuff you in a black

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

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

Who happens to be black

Can't win with a passive attack

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

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