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

Boy, you better run, cause you on deathbed,

Your friends say, why we not together yet

White boy rappin' not an impossibility

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

For crying out loud im just a white boy

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

You reflect in this heart of mine

That damier bag i bought her

Cause i'm laying a rap from fire

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

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

4 79, boy better pay me

Third ward general, young cash money