This is a song about "Black"

Jay rock got flows

Whilst i glide with black crows,

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

To their backs and attract the black on black

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

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

And i thought i was black

Ha my mojo back

Never be found. stuff you in a black

I promise i'mma call you back

And had a good black friday

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

It was just another party

I had on a black tee,