This is a song about "The struggle of being a white kid"

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

To make karma come faster than she normally will

But thats the life of a human being

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping

Showed it to john mccain, said it wasn't crooked

While i spin a tale of the quiet kid

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Only white kid in a darker neighbourhood than i

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

The struggle of living in context is a giving

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

I done seen some shit that niggas a call the struggle

For a woman it ain't easy trying to raise a manyou always was committed

I'm tired of being a stale white punk ass kid, that raps about poppin off the pill lid,