This is a song about "Black out"

When love comes callin', don’t look back

We kung-fu that jack black/

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Black as black like the blacktop/

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

While living, at home with mommy and daddy, i sling dimes out the trunk of my black caddy,

They say i'm all out and whack, they say to be allowed i need to be black

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

Thought i had it mapped out but i guess i didn't, this fucking black cloud

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

The villian’s back and venom black

If white was the new black

Naked woman rub my back

While i freakin' spit black

That moschino shit is so back