This is a song about "Im black"

She was wet off the bat

We kung-fu that jack black/

Try to jack and i will attack

While i freakin' spit black

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Last time i checked the president was black

Top dropped down, black on black

Where the black girls get their weaves back

To their backs and attract the black on black

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

But i still rap like a black

Snapple fact: you rather wack

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

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

Black on black murder,uh dear god, r.i.p to every soul

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll