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

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

The white boy dissing you till the peel breaks of the snake

Like the lil nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze.

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Im shinin bright so bright just like my white boy swagger does

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

I’m just a flowing white boy who has mad haters

How i am to feel about a white boy calling me nigga,

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

The young white boy with weed in his backpack

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

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks