This is a song about "Cilla black"

My president is black

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Looking through her soul looking really black

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

We kung-fu that jack black/

She always comin back

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

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

This is why her nigga mad

Who happens to be black

Don’t you be holding back

And i thought i was black

And my kick game beyond crazy

I had on a black tee,

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

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