This is a song about "How white i am"

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

A parakeet resembles just how high i am

Here i am sitting, wondering how you are, how your doing

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

God knows how i feel about my life, how i feel about holding up white men with a sharpened knife,

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Nah dog how am i gonna diss valiente,

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Now how am i supposed to repent when evil is what i represent

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

How i am to feel about a white boy calling me nigga,

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

I am white but i fuck races. arrest me for this rap i've had many cases.