This is a song about "Black is black"

I'm tired of knowing my heart, is coal black.

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

People call me black but i think it is whack

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

That moschino shit is so back

And i thought i was black

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

Ugh this whole verse is wack, i cant rap cuz im the opposite of black,

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Plus the city is mostly black so it's forever hated,

Random black is up on the scene

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

Over time only black is seen