This is a song about "Advanced white fare"

Realitys a nightmare an life doesnt seem fare its becoming a scare,

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

His ass, get this straight: it's a fact, he too advanced

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right

Cut the fuckers up black or white

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Rich white and black white-washed men/

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

I got that powder, i got that white

Or throw in the white towell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Cause my spit is so advanced