This is a song about "Black god"

We kung-fu that jack black/

That moschino shit is so back

Never be found. stuff you in a black

I promise i'mma call you back

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

To their backs and attract the black on black

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

Looking through her soul looking really black

It all belongs to god

Your chick said i'm hot

You see him as a god

Almost cried right on the spot

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

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

I'm beginnin' to feel like a rap god, rap god

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block