Lyrics:

It's that, it's that, it's that
It's that

It's that $carecrow $hawty creepin' underneath your bed
Narcotics in my body, all I see is blood red
That schizo serial killer, that handgun under your pillow
Miserable drug dealer, or that codeine laced 'rilla
Triple six degrees, hangin' from a tree
Smoking gasoline, it's that suicidal king
I done fucked that bitch you with
I done sliced both of my wrists
Emptyin' out the clip and it's that
(Ridin' with the—, ridin' with the—, ridin' with the—)
(Ridin' with the—)
It's that, it's that, it's that
It's that

Ridin' with the crosses flipped (Ayy, ayy)
Demons smoke my weed and start to cough and shit (Ayy)
Diamonds on my claws, no, I ain't pausin' shit (Ayy)
Black shade, need a black flame
Back from the black plague
Ashtray made out of black suede (Ayy)
Get the fuck back, back away (Ayy, ayy)
Slash and dash, then it's back to the cave (Ayy, ayy)
Ashin' cash then I pack up the grave (Ayy, ayy)
Black lipstick left a smack on the face (Ayy, ayy)
Rags to riches, give a fuck about the fame (Ayy)

Black teens hit the dirt
White teens hit the grave
Black teens hit the dirt
White teens hit the grave
Black teens hit the dirt
White teens hit the grave
Black teens hit the dirt
White teens hit the grave