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

And they the ones talking bout tuckin gats in they pants!

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

These hoes ain't acting right

The do’s and don’ts are black and white

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

I'm a fighter, and then some, you're a fido, no pants on

He's already lost his pride, he'll turn white like a ghost

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

To the same plant, and the same pants

She do it with no hands

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

Better yet they work my every nerve

And stressed... about my white past

600 benz, condo six hundred grand