This is a song about "Black life"

I'm about to snap

If white was the new black

Don’t you be holding back

Top dropped down, black on black

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

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

Never be found. stuff you in a black

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Last time i checked the president was black

She always comin back

The villian’s back and venom black

But i still rap like a black

Quick flipping up sexy back

Make the fingers snap

While i freakin' spit black