This is a song about "Roasting on mr white"

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

And that i spent the night with her

"please!! rub that #white #thing on my face", you're the gayest folk

Your bitch, she ain't laughing, but my bitch thinks it's a joke

Yall better stop sleeping on this little white rapper

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Red on the black, white clean like it was passover

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Gotta hella fish on white china dish

Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Black and white sitting on a train

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

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

I'm just a young nigga living on a white man's planet

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket