This is a song about "Black penia"

We kung-fu that jack black/

You got reason to brag

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

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Last time i checked the president was black

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Tyrannous regimes, heatin' coals, black diamonds,

Black on black murder,uh dear god, r.i.p to every soul

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Big homie hov said i am close

Whilst i glide with black crows,

But i like you like..like a lil bit

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

And my kick game beyond crazy

I had on a black tee,