This is a song about "Midnight black"

Black as black like the blacktop/

It’s hip-hop, not pop

God mc oh my god you gotta see

And had a good black friday

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

They smoke black and wear black hats, with red shirts,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Low end theory, beats, rhymes, and life, midnight marauders,

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Diagnosed for seeing a ghost at midnight next to the bed.

Bring that shit the fuck back

But i still rap like a black

Never be found. stuff you in a black

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

I promise i'mma call you back

And i thought i was black