This is a song about "Black on black"

We kung-fu that jack black/

Ain't even tryna hold back

I got my ski mask and my black gloves on

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

I need my face on a black card

My bars are like a store on black friday

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

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

Poor black people seen as on welfare and lazy thugs,

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

When love comes callin', don’t love back

And i thought i was black

The ones you left out, jobs were giving, better living

Brown on a canvas of black, i'm stenciling/