This is a song about "Flashin my white boy swag on the streets of la"

Now move back over here to the right

Now i see the ghosts of my past they're white

That’s my la-la lullaby.

So y'all niggas can fly

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Pimp nigga's hating on my swag bitch fuck you

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

"please!! rub that #white #thing on my face", you're the gayest folk

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,

On my family’s hate for the young boy they raised.

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint