This is a song about "How white i am"

But how long am i supposed to keep it?

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

A parakeet resembles just how high i am

*cough cough*, that's some potent shit oh there go police man

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

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

Look in my face see how broken i am

Whether it's a beat or a scam

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

Hundred thousand worth of ice on me now

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

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

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

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

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

That i am a white and write diss tracks like pac did.