This is a song about "Black opression"

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Serial killer villan dressed in everything but black

Top dropped down, black on black

Sneak up on attack

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit.

I had on a black tee,

I reel them in, goadomes on see

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Tyrannous regimes, heatin' coals, black diamonds,

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit.

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

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