This is a song about "Little white boy"

Its me madi the little white bitch

Never agree with that message

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Boy get off your so called little lady,

White boy rappin' not an impossibility

And all women who had light features, see

In time we learned to live a life of crime

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

The young white boy with weed in his backpack

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

Hey little boy, im back again

The poor southern white boy, he's like picasso for sure,

Tito santana matador ain't equipped to stop the bull