This is a song about "How white i am"

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

Nobody knows how alone i really am

For how smart i really am

Hoppin' out a van

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

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

They say it's not normal for me to be rapping because i am white

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Nah dog how am i gonna diss valiente,

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

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king