This is a song about "Black man shot"

Try to protect the neck, i ? from ya boo thang

A master plan to control the mind of a black man

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

My mothers family had a plan/ marry this black man/ work your

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

When you only get one shot, only get 1 shot

I can only imagine, uncle bob

Bring the keys, oh my god

I wish i had another shot

Top dropped down, black on black

She always comin back

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

The man of the house came out and said he shot you in the head

Pawning my chain in the shop

Call this the money shot