This is a song about "Black peope"

While i freakin' spit black

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

More like a black ass rapist

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

I'm about to snap

But i still rap like a black

My president is black

I promise i'mma call you back

Where the black girls get their weaves back

And i thought i was black

Really easy for me to tell you i aint black,

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

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

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Serial killer villan dressed in everything but black