This is a song about "What it be like what it look like what it taste like"

You don't know what it feels like to be black cause bitches don't care,

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

You throw, like it already knows what you're going to swing at it before

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

You don't know what it feels like to be black cause bitches don't care,

I just think we need one night, can't decide if i came right

'bout wondering why the sky's blue, and what it tastes like

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

What it is is an oil-like solution, what you do is place 5-10 drops

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

I run it, flaunt it, verses flow like game is what i coined it.

Toss ur face like a dollar n scribble what all it states!,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

What we do? keep it one hunned like aroldis chapman/

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen