This is a song about "Black peope"

To their backs and attract the black on black

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

And i thought i was black

I can't turn back

Black as black like the blacktop/

That cellphone that i bought

Naked woman rub my back

While i freakin' spit black

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

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

Looking through her soul looking really black

Me and folarin mmg gon' bring that warner back

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

My president is black

Try to jack and i will attack