This is a song about "P heddy stoned white rapper"

But i can't stop like r h c p

They say i talk like im god body

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Too stoned to kill a bird/

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Hustling tryna make this p

We gotta search our soul to find out, what we're after

I confess it- i'm a shitty skinny white rapper

Fuck the judge tho i was fucken stoned

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

I'm not a caf rat i'm a fucking white rapper that's half black

The generational gap with yet another sensational track