This is a song about "Anna not white"

But if you choose wrong it's not white chalk that im sketching

Ain't get my message, was no signal when i was texting

Im not just another white fellow

Wale dc said we on joe

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

I'm not withdrawing this time or showing a flag white (echo)

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

And most rich people are white, just not the opposite,

That ain't because i'm not white, i take flight, but streets are rough,

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Anna baby, stay strong, and wipe them tears rollin down your face

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Aye, that's right, i'm white, but i'm not looking for a fight,

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night

Now look at killa, you gon' watch santana

West side, zone 1, who want the anna?