This is a song about "Starbucks and white girls"

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

Covering their arms with cuts and spending all their money at starbucks

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

Vijay singh and all of them

Rich white and black white-washed men/

That's why she ignore my flowers

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

And stressed... about my white past

If you ever feel alone and

Where i from, it get cold

Boy and girls watch me unfold