This is a song about "Black money"

She always comin back

Who happens to be black

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

Black on black murder,uh dear god, r.i.p to every soul

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

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

We kung-fu that jack black/

May just gon' bring hobo back

How to get my rent money

What them tippers don't see

Black as black like the blacktop/

Okay man you do the drop

Never be found. stuff you in a black

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

Music is money, money isn't music

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split