This is a song about "Black prince"

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My president is black

When love comes callin', don’t look back

To their backs and attract the black on black

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood.

Looking through her soul looking really black

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Tell me to check the blue prints. think that makes you the true prince?

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Black as black like the blacktop/

And don't make vibrations stop

King's being beheaded by the prince with instances of sentences

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Yo, i'll bet she be back

Who happens to be black