This is a song about "Blacker the berry"

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

The bigger the the fun

But girl you got me open

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

I bring the heat like the

I love women where ambition that makes buddha

It go halle berry or hallelujah

People call me a try-hard, and say that i "act blacker",

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

This is for my niggas gettin' high on the regular

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the