This is a song about "Black nigganiggas"

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

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

She always comin back

Who happens to be black

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

They smoke black and wear black hats, with red shirts,

The villian’s back and venom black

I don't want it on my back

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

To their backs and attract the black on black

Tyrannous regimes, heatin' coals, black diamonds,

Now momma told me be careful who you love

On they twitter writing novels, see

And had a good black friday

Never be found. stuff you in a black

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back