This is a song about "Black kids"

Who happens to be black

You got reason to brag

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit.

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Wonder if they take it all back

And i thought i was black

Half the kids, trapped in this, black abyss, of criminal life thinking

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Bring that shit the fuck back

While i freakin' spit black

Let me see you walk

Black as black like the blacktop/

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Never be found. stuff you in a black

Dressed in black,selling to kids cheap crack

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back