This is a song about "Black oops 2"

Black as black like the blacktop/

I gotta know if it's real or not

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

You dudes 2 weak 2 speak learn sign language

Oops, well the door slammed, laylow? how's your mother?

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

To their backs and attract the black on black

Oops she's only sixteen, how fucked up of me

They say i talk like im god body

Oops did reveal that oh well that's what you get for compelling the angel of death bitch,

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Number 2 pencil or picasos brush