This is a song about "Money white boy block glock"

For crying out loud im just a white boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

I spit up on the block like a glock and the rest are dead,

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

But i guess they aint never seen no white boy

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

Tito santana matador ain't equipped to stop the bull

Glock cocked, i pol pot, pop off the whole block//

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

She prefer the dutty wine

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

But i swear to god my biz bad boy

Just a white boy, i know it sounds coy.