This is a song about "Do black women like black guys"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I may not look like a black rapper

He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip

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

My bars are like a store on black friday

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Ayo this is black ice but i light up like cigarettes

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

In the house, holla back

We kung-fu that jack black/

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Sick coughs you got to burn me off like black ticks

Demons paint skies black like a cloud of crows

So while you worry about the hoes