This is a song about "Black where it counts"

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

But i start to wonder where is your black cap?

Pretending it counts, offending the town

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Got a bugatti with black and white seats call it chinese checkers,

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Canada is where we made it from

Where the black girls get their weaves back

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Well this is where it gets complicated

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

It don't matter what color purple, black, or white

That's too many problems, too late to think over

Red on the black, white clean like it was passover