This is a song about "Johnny and his white pants"

The next day you is everybody target

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

His skins white as winter, be a singer,

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Blood stainin black and white tops

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Johnny manziel, i am the man/

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

The young white boy with weed in his backpack

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back