This is a song about "Black tote"

And daddy's in the cadillac

Looking through her soul looking really black

And i thought i was black

Try to jack and i will attack

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

But a lot of my homies like to tote the laser beams

Who happens to be black

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Tote tools like mechanics, mechanisms

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

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

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

Really easy for me to tell you i aint black,

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

Last time i checked the president was black