This is a song about "Black hoodie"

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

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

To their backs and attract the black on black

Snapple fact: you rather wack

And i thought i was black

We kung-fu that jack black/

This is why her nigga mad

Who happens to be black

Goddamn, the boy's back

In the house, holla back

But i still rap like a black

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Looking through her soul looking really black