This is a song about "Black is not a color crime"

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

It's so bad most everything is a crime.

My mind is more poisonous than a black widow

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

And got her room number, you can find me there

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

But its enticing to see your not with a black woman

I'm not black and i wasn't raised in a hood

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride

It don't matter what color purple, black, or white

Its should be a fucking crime

Gyal me know you's a freak from long time

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Look what i got here, color black is my hair