This is a song about "F white people"

White people can rap why cant asians

So here i am at the store for some chips

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

I know about us white people and all the evil we've done,

Just to go to liv on a sunday

White people rap too, if you disagree

Better yet they work my every nerve

F u are my favorite letters

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

You were wrong and have no f*cking invitation,

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

Leaving a jaw in awe unable to f-f-f-fucking comment.

Poor white people seen as trailer trash collecting fed checks,

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex