This is a song about "Black tundra"

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

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

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

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

The villian’s back and venom black

Bring that shit the fuck back

While i freakin' spit black

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

Top dropped down, black on black

Snapple fact: you rather wack

And had a good black friday

But make sure if they do see

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

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