This is a song about "You are black"

I spit that real hip hop, youd think my lips are black

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

My rap's are better than lil bow wow like the black cutty sow

It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now

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

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

My god come before this bread

Skies are black, clouds are red

My rhymes are so powerful i think i see on you some black and blue,

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

Really easy for me to tell you i aint black,

I don't know why i'm even on this track

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Rednecks would get nervous when you would host black friends,

The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf

Give you a black eye and make you pee yourself