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

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

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

Im shinin bright so bright just like my white boy swagger does

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time

Never had the time of day to hear a white boy rhyme

Played our beats on the streets

No time to plot retreats

And she throws up whatever she eats

Can trust nobody on the streets

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street