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

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

I stared death in the eyes a couple times

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Bring it all back in the back of a black cadillac

Sitting in the vile muck just awaiting for death

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Work loud, chokin', all your reefer, it's soft spoken

Like the man in black but the voice stays golden

Sometimes i would sneak out in the night with my black hood

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Black as black like the blacktop/

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

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

The scars in my face is the symbol that i figth to my death,