This is a song about "Pitch black"

And i thought i was black

I don't want it on my back

But i still rap like a black

I promise i'mma call you back

Kill a bitch, listen as i sing high pitch," these sins i commit, i blame you,

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

You mother fuckers could pitch utter wonders,

You little young-ass motherfuckers

My president is black

And daddy's in the cadillac

Got ya bitch if she pitch ima hit dat nigga,

They infiltrate our homes, africa

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

You mother fuckers could pitch utter wonders,

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

But cram the style up abit so you can pitch a tent in a lamp