This is a song about "Black panther"

Serial killer villan dressed in everything but black

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Where the black girls get their weaves back

While i freakin' spit black

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

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

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

I am i can sam i sand with cans of panther meat

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

To their backs and attract the black on black

Black as black like the blacktop/

When i'm on it, on it like my job