This is a song about "Advanced white fare"

They tryin to say that i don't care

White sand beaches everywhere

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

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

The one in your nightmares that chum who never fights fare

Everybody put three fingers in the air

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

To the white lies or white lines that constantly define

The do’s and don’ts are black and white

I know your man ain't lovin you right

It's a fact, i'm advanced, leave you down and collapsed

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Yeah my skin color is white,

Which you know i'm different, right

I got that powder, i got that white

Studio fifty four if we get the props right