This is a song about "Black peoe"

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

Never be found. stuff you in a black

Whilst i glide with black crows,

She's bad and she knows

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Who happens to be black

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

To their backs and attract the black on black

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

More like a black ass rapist

Looking through her soul looking really black

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

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

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

If white was the new black

Make the fingers snap