This is a song about "Black whote"

My president is black

When love comes callin', don’t love back

Try to jack and i will attack

To their backs and attract the black on black

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Ain't even tryna hold back

Never be found. stuff you in a black

And i thought i was black

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Who happens to be black

You got reason to brag

Serial killer villan dressed in everything but black

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

Last time i checked the president was black