This is a song about "Black peolle"

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

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

Looking through her soul looking really black

Where the black girls get their weaves back

We kung-fu that jack black/

Ain't even tryna hold back

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

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

And i thought i was black

My four-four's givin payback

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Who happens to be black

And had a good black friday

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Never be found. stuff you in a black

Twista finna get up on the track