This is a song about "Black pudding"

Where the black girls get their weaves back

A white guy tranna act like a black

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Skies are black, clouds are red

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

And suddenly you don't seem nearly as tempting for pudding

To their backs and attract the black on black

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

When that money calls i holla back

The villian’s back and venom black

They burn on every block

Black as black like the blacktop/

Looking through her soul looking really black

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back