This is a song about "Black tee"

Make the fingers snap

If white was the new black

And i thought i was black

Wonder if they take it all back

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

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

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

But i still rap like a black

Sneak up on attack

Last time i checked the president was black

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

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Man it’s the killer tracks

White black contrast doesn't matter

And that i spent the night with her