This is a song about "Black peoople"

They say nothings ever free

I had on a black tee,

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

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Never be found. stuff you in a black

And i thought i was black

Where the black girls get their weaves back

I don't want it on my back

We kung-fu that jack black/

I promise i'mma call you back

While i freakin' spit black

That moschino shit is so back

My president is black