This is a song about "Black rappeer"

We kung-fu that jack black/

Snapple fact: you rather wack

And had a good black friday

Let me rideuntil i get free

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

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

I don't really give a fuck

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

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

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

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

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

Looking through her soul looking really black

Ain't even tryna hold back

My president is black