This is a song about "Burny black"

Whilst i glide with black crows,

Live from the lamont's rose

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Twista finna get up on the track

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

To their backs and attract the black on black

Black sneakers. black tops. talking smack while the smack drops

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

I refuse to be another being on this earth

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

Looking through her soul looking really black

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

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