This is a song about "Creamy obsidian"

Sell my soul, price of coal

Let's put it on cruise control

If white was the new black

I'm about to snap

Yo, i'll bet she be back

But i still rap like a black

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

So much black on it look like i'm mining coal, call fire control,

To their backs and attract the black on black

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

My dog is gay - here n' queerlike gary coleman, im the coal mine,

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Drink sacacha for me, pour me a glass,

I reel them in, goadomes on see

And i'll make things creamy