This is a song about "Orphan black"

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

To their backs and attract the black on black

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

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

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

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

It's all she knows

Whilst i glide with black crows,

But i still rap like a black

Don’t you be holding back

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

An orphan my pops left me, and often, my momma wasn't home

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

The villian’s back and venom black

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back