This is a song about "How white i am"

Nobody knows how alone i really am

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

How am i blind yet i can spot exactly where to drop some bombs/

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

A parakeet resembles just how high i am

You always say you wasn't ready for no man

I rather give you my last to see you live again

How the fuck am i supposed to bake them a cake then?

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

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

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

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