This is a song about "Black pudding"

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

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

Skies are black, clouds are red

She don’t give her nigga head

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

More like a black ass rapist

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

Pudding? but what's for pudding, may you ask?

While i freakin' spit black

Ain't even tryna hold back

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Whilst i glide with black crows,

Where the black girls get their weaves back

My president is black