This is a song about "Black niggas"

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Looking through her soul looking really black

Never be found. stuff you in a black

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

We kung-fu that jack black/

Can't win with a passive attack

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

A white guy tranna act like a black

While i freakin' spit black

When love comes callin', don’t look back