This is a song about "Old white bitch"

And just for that, i'mma blow 25 tonight

Especially if you are fucking white.

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

I'm a nineteen year old middle-class upstanding white kid who would have guessed that?

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

This irritation of life that's getting real old

Women front, they get its cold

Then those bitches who grew old.

Blunt nearly as fat as that old bitch precious

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I don't want fans to see the darkness bitch even white has 50 shades of black/

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

Is a space that now you hold

These wack bitches getting old