This is a song about "The colour black"

It set in stone in these poems there ain’t nothing bogus

White sofas contrast the black constrictive boas

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

Last time i checked the president was black

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

And my kick game beyond crazy

The black clone of slim shady

Black bird out in the club tonight

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right

Like i'm stuck in a screen and the colour is green

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

White sofas contrast the black constrictive boas

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Without you i'm like grass without the colour green