This is a song about "I ant no white boy"

I'm falling victim to a revolutionary song

Everybody says that i won't be no one, boy are they wrong!

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

Its like this drive i have inside, fascinated by lies, there ant no compromise,

And i just want to hold her

I can't ant get away with murder

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

No toys for you little boy

The poor southern white boy, he's like picasso for sure,

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

Same white guy, same boy, boy!