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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

At the thought of being popular

Yes i'm tired of being the villian now

Will somebody please show me how

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Say no black can achieve the height of a white man

Just the fact of being there

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

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

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

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

White capris on the legs of a woman who’s middle aged