This is a song about "A little white bou"

Yall better stop sleeping on this little white rapper

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

Little white gangsters, i'd call that phase ironic,

Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth

You are a little tuna fish

A little piece of shit

Can’t you hear that

I'm a ghost, white as sheet

For the low that nine cheap

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Not white... it a red liquid that drips!

-i didn't want to kill the little white bitch,

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Hutch is a mixture, like a white nigger,

Throw up your motherfuckin middle finger