This is a song about "Up on white shards"

Fall to rise, from a couple balls paused with white on knives

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Or more white cons than up in san quentin/

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

Light up a white chocolate blunt and take it in turns

Yellow diamonds iced up, purple drank white cup

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

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

To show the broken shards

Please correct me, stretch marks

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

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Yall better stop sleeping on this little white rapper