This is a song about "Black supremacy"

A white guy tranna act like a black

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Naked woman rub my back

Who happens to be black

Black clouds circle my weary head

I don't want you to have my permit yet

My president is black

When love comes callin', don’t love back

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

Beautiful are thou, africa

Fade to black; metallica