This is a song about "I m a white boy rapper"

Let me put my funk on this one time

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Well quit calling me a white rapper then.

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

A white boy rapping yeah that could shock an electric eel

M a boy ,make my life unstoppable race...

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

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

I think it excited her

I aint really a rapper

Want the title but im always fighting under card

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