This is a song about "Rap white boy poor loser dirtbike better fire"

For crying out loud im just a white boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

A white boy rapping yeah that could shock an electric eel

Okay i think its time we make moves, no clothes required here

We rap for pink slips, loser deletes their account

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Boy, you better run, cause you on deathbed,

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Poor white people seen as trailer trash collecting fed checks,

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

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

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

And we was poor, but our life chances weren't better than yours,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

But i guess they aint never seen no white boy