This is a song about "Its bout to be poppin white boy style"

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back

Just another annoying white kid trying to be black

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Could give a shit bout burials till its your turn to rot

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

I got a launcher and the feeling to be poppin' em cold,

Playing with fire is a danger zone

World world war 3 bout to be known

Thats what its bound to be

They say nothings ever free