This is a song about "Boycott"

Who happens to be black

There's crack, there's crack

To their backs and attract the black on black

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Dicks whipped out of our kecs, watch the crowd retreat and freeze,

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit.

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Serial killer villan dressed in everything but black

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

My president is black

Twist me up, let me crank

You'll freeze in time when i pull the trigger and end my rhyme

Went and bought two sixty twos, at the same damn time

Just then the pigs bust in yelling, freeze

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys