This is a song about "Faze rug"

I'm not white i fake it.. accept it, you can't faze me, you're a problem i face daily

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

But now the world don't even faze me

Summertime in the city

And every time i save a track and make 'em mad, faze 'em bad,

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

Long believing that nothing could faze me daze me.

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Nothing you will say will faze me

Malia family, we the family

This may be amazing as tasers don't faze me

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Im beat this beat like a light rug,go see my girl give her a tight hug,