This is a song about "Piffing that zoot"

Did your mother tell you that

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

That shit that you be spittin son, you never should've wrote that

Immersed and learnt from that

Wonder if they take it all back

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Tell me that you call that rapping

Gonna try to hit that

The crown ruler is back

Don't believe that shit that we've been fed

And don't perform after him or you might regret

She was wet off the bat

What's that gap in that strap

So use that black eye to remember that,

Where the black girls get their weaves back