This is a song about "Calling white latvians the n word"

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Blood to the brain, saltsraumen, it's calling for a surgeon

You going to throw me out now that you know this n***** white

I know you see me looking girl go on and act right

Black n white/ i'm higher than a satellite

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

How i am to feel about a white boy calling me nigga,

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Weak disses calling me lame cause i'm white/

My direction good, well-rounded type

And another in the sentence that bears "word",

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

U lack the spice, black n' white like bank robbers be

My n*** i can give your homies one word

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired