This is a song about "Black man are not acepted"

Skies are black, clouds are red

You could say i'm friends with fred

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Fake rappers are spotted whether black or white like dalmatians,

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

I'm not black and i wasn't raised in a hood

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

In the black neighborhoods, man we had driven fast,

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Like the man in black but the voice stays golden

As i seenobody cares about my history

I'm not used to be around black people, that what's worries me

Interior, inferior, star-spangled banner

I may not look like a black rapper