This is a song about "Black killings"

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real

A sore feeling we're dealing with killings ill and surreal

To their backs and attract the black on black

I don't know why i'm even on this track

But i still rap like a black

Yo, i'll bet she be back

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

And had a good black friday

Rap killings are not remorseful

This is the root of all evil

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

Looking through her soul looking really black

We're young and we don't give a fuck

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

Black as black like the blacktop/

I gotta know if it's real or not