This is a song about "Black hokage"

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Serial killer villan dressed in everything but black

Looking through her soul looking really black

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Whilst i glide with black crows,

And had a good black friday

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Black sneakers. black tops. talking smack while the smack drops

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

You got reason to brag

If white was the new black

My president is black

I promise i'mma call you back

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Who happens to be black