This is a song about "I m white"

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

At 16 years old,i`m bettter than these haters

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

I"m a savage as i ravage, with unstoppable damage.