This is a song about "Black spots"

Who happens to be black

I'm about to snap

While i freakin' spit black

Yeah, the sex in the sack

The game of love

Blind spots of opponents

The crown ruler is back

The villian’s back and venom black

If you feel it, it must be real just

More like a black ass rapist

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

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

May just gon' bring hobo back

But i still rap like a black

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

And i be pokin' bitches all in the right spots