This is a song about "Imma made of black"

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

A mind made of feces,

When you're reachin' your dreams

Yeah, we get this cabbage

My wand is made of knowledge

But first imma smoke more of this fine grass

So much class, double d’s and ass

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

This is love, nothing else close

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Brown on a canvas of black, i'm stenciling/

My pipe is made of ruby's/

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Innovative and i'm made of rubber

We fuckin' it up this summer