This is a song about "Intense black man"

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

That he can't obtain. like a black man in campaigne, sip champagne.

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Did i fuckin mention my mansion's intense and

Like the man in black but the voice stays golden

I hit your block and we can box for fun

Smoke an eighth of blue dream so i'm not intense

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

My mothers family had a plan/ marry this black man/ work your

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

Top dropped down, black on black

Bring that shit the fuck back