This is a song about "Tslay cars money white boy iowa coggon aye"

"damn, watch that white boy play."

Back in the motherfuckin bay

A white boy rapping yeah that could shock an electric eel

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

You need money holla at ya boy honey

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Just a white boy, i know it sounds coy.

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

For crying out loud im just a white boy

The poor southern white boy, he's like picasso for sure,

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature