This is a song about "Black"

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Whilst i glide with black crows,

And had a good black friday

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

And daddy's in the cadillac

Looking through her soul looking really black

And you know my drift

More like a black ass rapist

We kung-fu that jack black/

This is why her nigga mad

You got reason to brag

And i thought i was black

Top dropped down, black on black

Where the black girls get their weaves back