This is a song about "The dress is white and gold"

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

I’m steady searching for a stack of the green and gold,

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

The shop is a pot of gold surround by assholes

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

He screens every call and remember the blue dress

I only wanna kiss, and to buy you a prom dress

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that is supposed to dress to impress

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

They way i dress is mad.

Sneak up on attack

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

The white working class is the majority, the upper class,

And the red sun sinks at least into the hills of gold,

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold