This is a song about "I got money like i m white"

Also i've got white skin, fuck, i thought it'd help me,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied

I got that powder, i got that white

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

They are still knocking on my door they wanting more, i`m about to got insane

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

Thuggin' till the day i die

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

I don't got no money, adolescent currency

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

I treat my money like its sacred