This is a song about "Black panther"

She bout that life ha that pink panther lean she sip

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

In the house, holla back

A white guy tranna act like a black

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

Looking through her soul looking really black

I don't know why i'm even on this track

They smoke black and wear black hats, with red shirts,

Whole time, a little more girls

Make the fingers snap

And i thought i was black

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

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

To their backs and attract the black on black

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat