This is a song about "I m white e it on me"

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

With a gun, wish i could see him clearer

E-v-i-l cant you see this is i-r-l, do i gotta spit some internet slang to get it threw to you

Spit fire i don't tire, i am crass, do yourself a favor get your ass black and blue

It was a black and white puppy dog face sniffing me

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I l-o-v-e the thc, w-double-e-d, either n-a-m-e doesnt matter to me,

I bring excellence, to every white paper that i write on

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

Its like ice, i c e every thing that you see on this ride

It wont happen cuz i m quick to ''drop '' u so called monsters/

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

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

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame