This is a song about "Black killings"

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

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

We kung-fu that jack black/

Don’t you be holding back

I like to picture my killings i'm a visionary

And when money is plenty, a lot of nigga's is friendly

Never be found. stuff you in a black

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Sneak up on attack

Top dropped down, black on black

Undefeated gs and a t-shirt and my leaders hat

Looking through her soul looking really black

They smoke black and wear black hats, with red shirts,

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls

To their backs and attract the black on black

To get them niggas while they laid back