This is a song about "Up on white"

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Im not, from the streets, or the concrete, i grew up white on the rez, no allies no fleet, no peeps

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke

"please!! rub that #white #thing on my face", you're the gayest folk

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

They do this in spite, whether its black on black or white on white

Yellow diamonds iced up, purple drank white cup

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

Black and white sitting on a train

You're not usin' your brain

Get high on the white lady

My lady, my baby

Light up a white chocolate blunt and take it in turns

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth