This is a song about "Esme is black"

But i show the black machine gun funk when the time is right,

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

You know what it is when i pull up in that black truck

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

And that their bigger than the world and the world is theirs white or black!

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

My mind is more poisonous than a black widow

To look at you is painful, cuz i ain’t seen you naked

Plus the city is mostly black so it's forever hated,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Ayo this is black ice but i light up like cigarettes

Yeah, the sex in the sack

My president is black