This is a song about "How white i am"

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

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

For how smart i really am

Hoppin' out a van

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

"if i do that, then how am i gonna blow bitch?

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

Wifey like it one minute next minute she don't, man

A parakeet resembles just how high i am

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

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

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