This is a song about "Black on black murder"

Snapple fact: you rather wack

We kung-fu that jack black/

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

I need my face on a black card

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

I black out on the mic and cause chaos

And i thought i was black

Don’t you be holding back

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

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

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

They do this in spite, whether its black on black or white on white

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

Put on the black market, skin sold as garments.

Here i go again, falling in love