This is a song about "Think i m black"

People call me black but i think it is whack

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

I"m the designated driver

That i will leave earth with her

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

Ha my mojo back

And i thought i was black

Black then i tried to make my exit, i think everything you said was a lie,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

But now i’m ok, i got my shit together