This is a song about "A white boy who thinks he s black"

What's that michael, wow my boy said that he thinks you're queer

She seem a little brave, but i sense the fear

He thinks he could be a poet while he is peeing on a pot

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

Such a savage, come and ravage, black or white, rich or poor,

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

He thinks he got street cred because he sped while he was in a lane

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

He looks all the same but thinks in a rather different way.

How i am to feel about a white boy calling me nigga,

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era