This is a song about "Blacker the berry"

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

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

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

I’m brutal as a bazooka

It go halle berry or hallelujah

I put these poems all in these songs

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track