This is a song about "Being white with black friends"

White sofas contrast the black constrictive boas/

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Black and white sitting on a train

Well rick james, maury jane

Our rights, fight 'em back, the white and black with weapons drawn,

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

Rich white and black white-washed men/

Magic city tipping them

They do this in spite, whether its black on black or white on white

I just think we need one night, can't decide if i came right

That i will leave earth with her

White black contrast doesn't matter

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Black n white/ i'm higher than a satellite

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride