This is a song about "Cool black guy"

But she forgot about the golden rule

Crockadillys be so rad, and cool

Cars are passing by, guy

Don't ask me why

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Turned into the good guy

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

I'm usually a cool guy but now you got my temper heated

That's the window into the sky

Hopin hes the right guy

Im just that type of guy

And in fact i can’t deny

Yo, i'll bet she be back

Top dropped down, black on black

You know i want a piece of that pie

Even passing out that eminem guy