This is a song about "The street and the black white store"

U lack the spice, black n' white like bank robbers be

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

White sofas contrast the black constrictive boas/

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

White sofas contrast the black constrictive boas

Because he's white like rednecks hate the fact obama's black,

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

Say no black can achieve the height of a white man

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

And, i could step into the store and say give me those

Black and white it's all the same i'm here to reaffirm

Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn