This is a song about "Up on white shards"

I'm pinning notes on emcees' rooms, red all on their white walls,

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

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

Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches

Gotta hella fish on white china dish

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

I bring excellence, to every white paper that i write on

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Yall better stop sleeping on this little white rapper

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

You in debt to the game success is expected

Cut the fuckers up black or white

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

On television all we see are just these rich white kids,