This is a song about "Tragik is black"

But i show the black machine gun funk when the time is right,

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

Is growin' tense, see the world through tints and black lenses,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

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

Ugh this whole verse is wack, i cant rap cuz im the opposite of black,

A pine box, closed casket and mommy's black dress is real

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

Please, just peep the crystal method where

I guess this world is just black and white

Girl i don’t want to rush tonight

A black cloud is my mascot your unworthy crap is the only thing you have got

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

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

Me and folarin mmg gon' bring that warner back