This is a song about "Spy on little teenage white girls"

See dog? rap is my aim

Black and white sitting on a train

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

It sucks being a broke-ass scrawny little white dude,

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

I keep on puffing till my chest hurts ill keep on chatting up these girls

3 billion girls, guess i need to get my groove on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Girl i don’t want to rush tonight

A little on the dissolved side

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride

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

I'll spy on ya chief, see a gold on top

Got a beans if you wanna pop

I take tokes while you little girls take notes

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes