This is a song about "Roasting on mr white"

I swear they think i'm crazy

Get high on the white lady

Get into, get intolet it ride, tonight's the night

They do this in spite, whether its black on black or white on white

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

I'm splayed on the stage, so pure make snow white jealous

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

White capris on the legs of a woman who’s middle aged

Come-on mr. fool show me what you got , seems like you don't know anything about rapping at all

I recollect we used to ball now just living's enoughi stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Red on the black, white clean like it was passover

I'm pinning notes on emcees' rooms, red all on their white walls,

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course