This is a song about "The black death"

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

I always tell the truth even if it leads to my death

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

My style is inconceivable the reason for your death

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death

When that money calls i holla back

To their backs and attract the black on black

This is why her nigga mad

If white was the new black

The villian’s back and venom black

Two times for the chicks with the right bag