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

Let's kick it on my la-z-boy and throw a fucking crazy show

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

I stay on the beat. like my converse walking the streets

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

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

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

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

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

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

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

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

Man the fuck up like that tall nigga roy