This is a song about "Black peiple"

May just gon' bring hobo back

Top dropped down, black on black

Black sneakers. black tops. talking smack while the smack drops

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I refuse to be another being on this earth

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

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

To their backs and attract the black on black

I had on a black tee,

C’mon and let’s chill baby

I promise i'mma call you back

And i thought i was black

Last time i checked the president was black

Can't win with a passive attack

Whilst i glide with black crows,

Guess i’m different than most