This is a song about "A white boy growing up in california"

I’m just a flowing white boy who has mad haters

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Sitting in igloo growing a beard

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

And all women who had light features, see

Growing up in the streets was easy

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

He's tensed up all white with a note in his palm

Growing up in a middle eastern family , is the hardest thing for

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Start a mosh pit in that crowd boy