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

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

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

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Im a white kid with the best rhyme, laying out lines

Ima join the hall of fame like a white scottie pippins

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

You in debt to the game success is expected

Let's pretend he was never beat up as a white kid,

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Just intentions to impress you, if capable

Now everybody put your hands up high

Only white kid in a darker neighbourhood than i

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

I'm respected from californ-i-a way down to japan

Say no black can achieve the height of a white man