This is a song about "The black death in 1347"

Cold, my style making my nose run

Like the man in black but the voice stays golden

Sitting in the vile muck just awaiting for death

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Then i woke up in a city, where the population match the death toll

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

You're vacant in the smarts department think i'm black hearted

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

The decay in this life i've lived astounds me, the death,

Bring it all back in the back of a black cadillac

Me and folarin mmg gon' bring that warner back

Naked woman rub my back

The villian’s back and venom black

And you are not around like black fathers

Got his mother in all black sobbin, at the hearse,