This is a song about "You is black"

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

My mind is more poisonous than a black widow

A pine box, closed casket and mommy's black dress is real

Phone home shawty you know you a brother out of here

I'm tired of knowing my heart, is coal black.

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

People call me black but i think it is whack

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

How'd you like it now, lights fade to black

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Good black is the omega i get swifter

You gon' need a couple stars to get your first victor

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

You know what it is when i pull up in that black truck