This is a song about "How white i am"

Nobody knows how alone i really am

You always say you wasn't ready for no man

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I am going to have to learn how to keep my temper

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

How to top those words he spake, how am i gonna reach my idol, miller, jake?

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

After these, how can i hate that you're confused on who i am; when even more i

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

I look at myself, how the hell am i supposed to have any dig-

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

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

It's clear to me now, but i am not sure how

I know i'm runnin' through your head now