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

So he sniffed some white and he parked his ride

But i gotta make sure i’m right

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

And a 'please to meet cha' when they reach in, the deep ends of your knee pants

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

My hands grabbing everything in sight, and my pants sagging,

Then lost my faith again

Rich white and black white-washed men/

Even though she is rich, beautiful, and white

Got bitches on mollies, they rollin' all night

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Need it in my hands, and i need it in my pants

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

And stressed... about my white past

And pissing red, white, and blue

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new