This is a song about "Your black and tale"

They smoke black and wear black hats, with red shirts,

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Skies black and flashes lightning at creatures

And my friend's aim at knees, sparking heaters

Black and white sitting on a train

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

To see her pretty little face bruised and black

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Spit fire i don't tire, i am crass, do yourself a favor get your ass black and blue

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

Chasing tale and how to keep you away from law,

Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear