This is a song about "The black plague"

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

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

Black bird out in the club tonight

Whether you wrong or you right

Push comes to shove now this ain't for play, want a war, i'm the killing plague

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Because he's white like rednecks hate the fact obama's black,

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

And i won't stop until the issues that plague today's addressed,

White sofas contrast the black constrictive boas

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

Fuck the loving, up 'n' coming rappers are the cure for this virus plague