This is a song about "I am black"

Cause here i am dressed in black all over again

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

I ain't happy with the score

I am who i am matterfact for

Self made self paid man

You dont know who i am

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Last time i checked the president was black

Whilst i glide with black crows,

I gotta teach hoes

Years later here i am

I am just a man

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

I spit that real hip hop, youd think my lips are black