This is a song about "You ain t black"

Give you a black eye and make you pee yourself

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

My flow ain't to fast and t ain't to slow, just so perfect that you could never know

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

One parent above, the other live scared

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Take you out kentland and show you a zoo

How you let a black boy set you

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

But most importantly, hip hop isn’t dead no more you see

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch