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

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

My team getting digits

And speak to suburban kids

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

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

And rappers started selling out to make a few club hits,

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart

Young rich white kids thinkin one day they'll be a star, fuck that, they're gonna fall hard

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

Cause they right down the street

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

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

The young white boy with weed in his backpack