This is a song about "Black nigga raps"

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

To their backs and attract the black on black

My raps bleed speed nigga need to let of steam

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Is written in our souls, africa

Real bad nigga, ima real mad nigga

We kung-fu that jack black/

Can't win with a passive attack

Tonic. my nigga jhon got me into black girls now all i'm speaking is ebonics.

Or watch me advance as a lyrical fanatic, my miracle lines automatic, its

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

The villian’s back and venom black

When i was starving now it's payback

And i thought i was black

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap