This is a song about "Being a white person"

Think of myself in third person and imagine being the simple onlooker.

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

'cause i'm the only role model, for a person like me.

He never actually was a bad person,

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Your white and tryna act black , stick to being white i'll stick to firing

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

I'm still searching, does that not make me a real person?

Is when a person has a artistic skill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Is when a person has a artistic skill

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

I believed in a higher being.

Got a big fat lawsuit and everything