This is a song about "Selling weed to white kids"

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Weed must be white house green see the lean

The young white boy with weed in his backpack

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

I keep my money neat

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

And speak to suburban kids

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

I used to sell dope.. but now im selling out

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money