This is a song about "I m skinny and white"

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

I can't relate, i'm white, i've never been tarred and feathered,

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Got the vans on, plaid shirt and some skinny jeans,

Just a skinny white girl,

And he, what's his name, earl

I'm not white but i play the violin and mandolin,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Goin skinny dippin', and you know we ain't trippin'

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

I know i'm a skinny white boy who raps like a drug addict

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

So drop the slam and lets get sick

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

I wish i grew up racially mixed without the black and white,