This is a song about "Red and white"

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

Roses are red and violets are blue

Killa never let the drama slide

Even though she is rich, beautiful, and white

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

Let them credits roll in monochrome, contrasting black and white

And stressed... about my white past

Cause i got the burner in the hand

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe

We’re not mindless stars with shining cars and diamonds white,

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

We kick it back and forth, you can call us meth and red,

I guess this world is just black and white

I heard that statistic i almost cried