This is a song about "Black killings"

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

I like to picture my killings i'm a visionary

Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly

While i freakin' spit black

You got reason to brag

I had on a black tee,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

To their backs and attract the black on black

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

I promise i'mma call you back

Looking through her soul looking really black

Serial killer villan dressed in everything but black

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat