This is a song about "Richerd blackwood"

Or throw in the white towell

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

You forgotten oak, you're blocked from hope or caught emotions

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

You can disown him or stone him

I need one white coffin

When i was starving now it's payback

Last time i checked the president was black

Kick back and know yo son set

Hide bodies in a wood shed

I got that powder, i got that white

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

But really your lyrics have no taste its like eatin a piece of wood

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

Im not just another white fellow

Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though