This is a song about "Black hippy"

Serial killer villan dressed in everything but black

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

I just had to ask, tell me if it's real

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

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

And had a good black friday

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

We kung-fu that jack black/

Where the black girls get their weaves back

I don't want it on my back

Top dropped down, black on black

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

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