This is a song about "Black peolpe"

It was just another party

I had on a black tee,

My president is black

Snapple fact: you rather wack

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

They smoke black and wear black hats, with red shirts,

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

If white was the new black

Quick flipping up sexy back

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

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

Last time i checked the president was black

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap