This is a song about "The black market"

I promise i'mma call you back

The villian’s back and venom black

Last time i checked the president was black

When love comes callin', don’t love back

But now, there's no moon- the sky is all black.

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

To their backs and attract the black on black

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

You try to call the cops a new snitches on the market.

If white was the new black

Ha my mojo back

Black as black like the blacktop/

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Black sneakers. black tops. talking smack while the smack drops