This is a song about "Not another black guy"

I'm misunderstood not really a bad guy just high off drugs/

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Im not just another white fellow

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Did you meet another guy

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

I'm not used to be around black people, that what's worries me

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

Oh wait that aint right im not a guy

To beat me bring a black guy in a mexican wrestling mask

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

For the scumbags not to live another day

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way

Do you wish upon a shooting star to make it as a rapper or to be fucked by another guy,

Homies died in my arms, with his brains hangin', fucked up!i had to tell him it was alright, and that's a lie