This is a song about "Black y"

We kung-fu that jack black/

Don’t you be holding back

L y r i to the c

Fuck fame, fuck money

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

I love you only aid for you y

Bored stiff so ya mock six pox-y / names on the wall.

Im sexing her bodyim gonna make her crawl

Top dropped down, black on black

Yo, i'll bet she be back

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Its y-u-n-double g, and if you trouble me

She was wet off the bat

The villian’s back and venom black

Can't win with a passive attack

And i thought i was black