This is a song about "The colour black"

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Random black is up on the scene

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

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

Fuck the liberals and conservatives, we’re white and we’re black,

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

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

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

Does all this mean i can't rap - the colour of my skin

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

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

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Without you i'm like grass without the colour green