This is a song about "Black people"

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

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

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

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

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

Last time i checked the president was black

Entity of eternal freedom were black people strode

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

I'm not used to be around black people, that what's worries me

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Top dropped down, black on black

That moschino shit is so back

My president is black