This is a song about "Black is black"

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

But hurt bad for reasons to accept that "he is thin and black".

But now, there's no moon- the sky is all black.

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

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

But i start to wonder where is your black cap?

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

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

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Ain't even tryna hold back

My president is black

Top dropped down, black on black

Bring that shit the fuck back

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

My mind is more poisonous than a black widow