This is a song about "To black"

Really easy for me to tell you i aint black,

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

But black kids come home to no father,

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

Black side keep on to cycle while i'm tryna recycle

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

So use that black eye to remember that,

To beat me bring a black guy in a mexican wrestling mask

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

Black and white it's all the same i'm here to reaffirm

My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn

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

They say i'm all out and whack, they say to be allowed i need to be black

Black bile definitely no reason to smile

We can talk things over a little a while