This is a song about "Hurtin white people feelings"

Before, music reflected my feelings,

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

I was raised around white people,believe me i thought they were evil

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

It's curtains, i'm inadvertently hurtin' you

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Dont judge me ...its my feelings

She likes the way it hits her lips

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Those same people, the rich playin’ suburban white suburbanites,

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

So white people can take elaborate tours

It's curtains, i'm inadvertently hurtin' you

Take you out kentland and show you a zoo

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Poor white people seen as trailer trash collecting fed checks,