This is a song about "Black peoe"

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

She was wet off the bat

Top dropped down, black on black

So the devil that drove in her got in control

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

Snapple fact: you rather wack

My president is black

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

Last time i checked the president was black

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

To their backs and attract the black on black

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I had on a black tee,