This is a song about "Rockin all white"

Maybe all the other people were right? maybe he was just white trash

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Cause of all my white hair, life doesn't fight fair

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

He won't sit down, given the crown

Rockin steele sweaters, wallaby down

See i ain't the coach, but i make a girl run till she open

I know about us white people and all the evil we've done,

Where all the raunchy fat white trashy blondes be at

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

On television all we see are just these rich white kids,

I only got four minutes

Rockin them hoops and rockin them kicks

And i was the light

I ride an all white bike