This is a song about "Camron dallas"

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Whitey here, but don't misconstrued me with the ford,

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

We go our separate ways/ i say asta la vista

Fighting with my weak hand

Just made like a hundred grand

Jordan on my shoes, i got the eights and tens

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

I've got nothin' to worry about

Repping that west with knock out

My insanity, profanity, my west coast mentality

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam