This is a song about "Black tar heione"

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Top dropped down, black on black

I don't want it on my back

Ain't even tryna hold back

My president is black

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

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

To their backs and attract the black on black

Why not my lungs are filled to capacity, tar stacked so high, i wish it was all a lie,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Black as black like the blacktop/

Well man i do the yacht

Worthless faggot put down that knife! stop filling your lungs up with smoke and tar

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far