This is a song about "Philosophy black"

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

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

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Who happens to be black

In the house, holla back

Top dropped down, black on black

While i freakin' spit black

Ain't even tryna hold back

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

Black as black like the blacktop/

My president is black

I can't turn back

Looking through her soul looking really black

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

But this ain't no philosophy so don't worry about the jets