This is a song about "Black on black crime"

I need my face on a black card

A working genius, a work of art

Top dropped down, black on black

This is why her nigga mad

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

I black out on the mic and cause chaos

I'm about to snap

We kung-fu that jack black/

I had on a black tee,

Bait baby, wait baby

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

My bars are like a store on black friday

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Listened to both the ecstatic and black on both sides

Black side keep on to cycle while i'm tryna recycle

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal