This is a song about "Black peolpe"

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

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

Who happens to be black

This is why her nigga mad

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Serial killer villan dressed in everything but black

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

Looking through her soul looking really black

Black as black like the blacktop/

Been running around trying find a job

Top dropped down, black on black

Ha my mojo back

When love comes callin', don’t love back

Last time i checked the president was black