This is a song about "Black people s"

It´s the battle of life

I need a backyard full court size

Entity of eternal freedom were black people strode

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

My garage full of cars that bounce

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

S on my chest like a superman vest

Top dropped down, black on black

I promise i'mma call you back

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

The outline which you n****s out dated