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

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter

I can't ant get away with murder

I'm white, but get it right, i ain't no singer/

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

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

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

Initial place wasn't cruel so we oughta bull

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

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

A poor white southern boy, fuck it, life, i should nail it hard,

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

The biggest white boy we all know thats what em is

Go! you free to go about your business