This is a song about "Black peop"

I don't want it on my back

My president is black

Looking through her soul looking really black

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

Wonder if they take it all back

We kung-fu that jack black/

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

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

But i still rap like a black

Make the fingers snap

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

To their backs and attract the black on black

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

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

Whilst i glide with black crows,

She's bad and she knows