This is a song about "Black on black"

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

No commentary my man, i come out swinging

While i freakin' spit black

Snapple fact: you rather wack

What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

To their backs and attract the black on black

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Listened to both the ecstatic and black on both sides

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

I got my ski mask and my black gloves on

I'll leave you black on both sides, paying homage to the best

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent