This is a song about "Black out"

Full of shit, like i ate that john

I just black out and explode like a bomb

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

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

To their backs and attract the black on black

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Last time i checked the president was black

Wearing more black then kids coming out of hot topic

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

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

Hatin’ niggas? chalk em out. go on, get the coffin out

The villian’s back and venom black

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

I sometime black out and get these malicious urges

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs