This is a song about "Black mamba"

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

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

Still found a way to get pretty ass girls

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

You got reason to brag

While i freakin' spit black

And i thought i was black

Goddamn, the boy's back

I promise i'mma call you back

We kung-fu that jack black/

But i still rap like a black

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Looking through her soul looking really black