This is a song about "You are very black"

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

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

My rhymes are intensely deep 'n yours are just very weak,

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

When that money calls i holla back

Never be found. stuff you in a black

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

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Or you will be discovered in a very bad condition.

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

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

Across the news are young black males, no stroke of luck,

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Across the news are young black males, no stroke of luck,

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck