This is a song about "Black sqaud"

Whilst i glide with black crows,

Big homie hov said i am close

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

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

Never be found. stuff you in a black

Snapple fact: you rather wack

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

And i thought i was black

The crown ruler is back

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

I refuse to be another being on this earth