This is a song about "Black hippy"

Who happens to be black

Where the black girls get their weaves back

I promise i'mma call you back

A white guy tranna act like a black

Looking through her soul looking really black

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Smoke reefer with ya,hippy teacher nigga, no evil nigga

They smoke black and wear black hats, with red shirts,

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

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

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

Request love don't fight. a modern hippy? you guessed right