This is a song about "How white i am"

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

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

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

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

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

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

A parakeet resembles just how high i am

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

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

Finding-nemo-ass niggas get your life together