This is a song about "You are black"

'cuz many of those black youth are born to die just after birth,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

My bars are like a store on black friday

Yo mamas so black her tits are filled with grape flavored silicone

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Really easy for me to tell you i aint black,

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Poor black people get put down, and are caught up in it,

He’s comin', that's what these hoes say

The clouds are black and the skies are grey

And you're approaching me right

The do’s and don’ts are black and white

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Fake rappers are spotted whether black or white like dalmatians,