This is a song about "Black pudding"

Hopin' that my niggas see

And had a good black friday

Nobody ain't own us yet

Skies are black, clouds are red

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

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

Don’t you be holding back

While i freakin' spit black

Gin makes me sin

Ses starter main pudding,

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

A white guy tranna act like a black

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Tyrannous regimes, heatin' coals, black diamonds,