This is a song about "The colour black"

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Good black is the omega i get swifter

Where the black girls get their weaves back

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Embrace the colour aligning

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

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

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Random black is up on the scene

That’s only if they handle

Lacking colour, null, dull skull.

White sofas contrast the black constrictive boas/

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Without you i'm like grass without the colour green

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen