This is a song about "You ain t black"

I'm in plex, i got to munch you as t. rex,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

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

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

Im givin' you bad luck worse than a black cat

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

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

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

And slap you 'till you're black and blue, rihanna

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Put me somewhere my 3rd eye all scared but i feel like its been open since

You say you ain fake or plastic? ha that's sarcastic, fool youre fake as graphics