This is a song about "Black peolle"

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

Tyrannous regimes, heatin' coals, black diamonds,

I swear they think i'm crazy

I had on a black tee,

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

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

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

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Who happens to be black

But i still rap like a black

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Yo, i'll bet she be back

While i freakin' spit black

I promise i'mma call you back

And i thought i was black