This is a song about "Black peop"

Whilst i glide with black crows,

Got shows on top of shows

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

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

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

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

Last time i checked the president was black

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Never be found. stuff you in a black

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

And there's no way i can pay you back

To their backs and attract the black on black

When love comes callin', don’t love back

While i freakin' spit black