This is a song about "Black men and champagne"

Its the difference between wise men and wise guys

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

That he can't obtain. like a black man in campaigne, sip champagne.

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

I came through with diseased semen on my pen

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

And i thought i was black

Ha my mojo back

Blood stainin black and white tops

You pull up in parking lots

That moschino shit is so back

The villian’s back and venom black

Of mice and men and friendly fans of songs

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

In that pretty red dress, let's dance