This is a song about "The struggles of being white"

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I'm destroying the stereotypes of a white rapper

Im tired of being the third wheel

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Spittin' for the people in the struggles, ready to blow the fuse,

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

Now i see the ghosts of my past they're white

Through the struggles and the troubles and all them fights,

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

A life where we don't need no welfare

Just the fact of being there