This is a song about "Ipad cases"

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

I am white but i fuck races. arrest me for this rap i've had many cases.

Because it's the third world, those dictators are basket cases,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

You racist degrading hipsters can't fight dangerous cases,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Of potential cases

Pocket racked up all big faces

On re up, need strips in cases

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

We're sick of law enforcement and all the cases they beat,

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Like dexter i store your blood vile cases

Trying to get back to this thing called love