This is a song about "My black hole"

I had to find my own way out this fucking hole/

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

My president is black

I promise i'mma call you back

Smack crack, so hard my eyes would turn black,

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

I got my ski mask and my black gloves on

Oh what a cold world for a broke nigga--it's bitter

I got this liquor, burning a hole through my liver

My heat concealed and its that black nine

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Got them trophies on my music rack, we platinum black/

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

And i sure aint gunna sit here and tell yo my hole life story