This is a song about "Black males"

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

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

Top dropped down, black on black

Snapple fact: you rather wack

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Across the news are young black males, no stroke of luck,

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

A white guy tranna act like a black

But i still rap like a black

Wonder if they take it all back

Looking through her soul looking really black

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Young black males targeted by alarming arrest rates,

To their backs and attract the black on black

Twista finna get up on the track