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

And now its bout ta be boo who its too true that i'm schoolin you.

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

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

I say its gettin poppin, but whats poppin is the bacon

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

But check out how i roll mine

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

Gained a hundred pounds to be a fat white chris rock,

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

World world war 3 bout to be known

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

How i am to feel about a white boy calling me nigga,