This is a song about "Black"

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

To their backs and attract the black on black

Whilst i glide with black crows,

Tryna stay clear of my foes

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

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Never be found. stuff you in a black

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Looking through her soul looking really black

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

I don't want it on my back

And i thought i was black

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

What a mess! but we clean in the club

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Top dropped down, black on black