This is a song about "Dumb white boy"

The poor southern white boy, he's like picasso for sure,

Tito santana matador ain't equipped to stop the bull

"damn, watch that white boy play."

She got grove st. on replay

But i guess they aint never seen no white boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

Welcome to organized crime

I’m just a flowing white boy who has mad haters

Better yet they work my every nerve

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

The biggest white boy we all know thats what em is

The white boy dissing you till the peel breaks of the snake

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid