This is a song about "Blacker the berry"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

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

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

It go halle berry or hallelujah

Her kitty-cat fish loves his tuna

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

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

Hearing this rapper kendrick whirling the words like the movement of worms is what i've learned,

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

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

To me you’re like a brother, so be my mother lover