This is a song about "Black poets"

They smoke black and wear black hats, with red shirts,

Love my women with high heels and high standards

Quick flipping up sexy back

If white was the new black

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

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

I'm about to snap

And i thought i was black

But i still rap like a black

When love comes callin', don’t love back

I was underground but wasn't trying to renew the lease

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

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

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that