This is a song about "Dark skinned"

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Partakin' in the park, greenery after dark

Light skinned hell of a body

So fast, can't copy

What do i really need

Those dark eyes and wrists bleed

Black skin dark skin...fuck segregation

You're uncool like my mother kin

Pawning my chain in the shop

After dark, one more to chalk

Or let us all live in the dark

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Next to the skinned ducks that still quack.

Snapple fact: you rather wack