This is a song about "Black widows"

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Love smothering widows til they freaking under the sheets

While i freakin' spit black

There's crack, there's crack

A white guy tranna act like a black

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Tyrannous regimes, heatin' coals, black diamonds,

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

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

I don't want it on my back

We kung-fu that jack black/

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

Looking through her soul looking really black