This is a song about "Dark humour"

Killa never let the drama slide

Time to think about dark side

Dark thought brooding, leaking and bleeding

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Street lights flashing, dark nights crashing,

But he don't rule a thing

Blasting out some backyard

Two for ten, after dark

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Into glimmers of ma dark past,

Or let us all live in the dark

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

You want humour then go to he

Cause some of you bitches funny

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Dank dark as catacombs under rome.