This is a song about "Black peolpe"

The villian’s back and venom black

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

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

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

While i freakin' spit black

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Looking through her soul looking really black

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

She was wet off the bat

If white was the new black

And i thought i was black

Where the black girls get their weaves back

I am just an artist

More like a black ass rapist

I had on a black tee,

Walk that body, talk that body