Black man is a colloquial term
I'm in that voting booth soaked in the Oreo germ, I'm
Called to renounce my poetry publically
From the stapled stomach of an unfaithful lummox
Now I rap for bankers, that's why I'm exacting bangers
My new flaccid wang is always casting flavor
Is always dipped in frosting
I died prematurely before I got to equip my offspring
Beware of the swamp thing
Look at my eyes and really know that there are no answers
So go ahead and mix that coca with the Arm