This is a song about "Black on black"

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

She was the queen of the club

Randy at the mall smoking on a black and mild

See there no place better than the state of my mind

Random black is up on the scene

I got a dollar and a dream

And i thought i was black

This is why her nigga mad

She was wet off the bat

Top dropped down, black on black

I need my face on a black card

No gimmick: real time, real heart

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man

I got my ski mask and my black gloves on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john