This is a song about "Black on black crime"

Random black is up on the scene

As: i know just what you mean

We kung-fu that jack black/

Make the fingers snap

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

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

My bars are like a store on black friday

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

And i'm still hurtin over pops

I black out on the mic and cause chaos

Black and white sitting on a train

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

Bitch, i might make you my baby

I had on a black tee,

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Its hard for a black man on the streets