This is a song about "Black poets"

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Serial killer villan dressed in everything but black

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Snapple fact: you rather wack

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

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Street poets fantasizing, but i'm here to tell you stories,

She always comin back

We kung-fu that jack black/

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

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

I'm about to snap

My president is black