This is a song about "We the whiteys"

While syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men

We aren't innocent, we already served our stint in the pen

Where they find me, 16 on death row

When we break down the doe

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

The hopes that we shared, the dreams that we dreamt

We rest on the sofa

And muthafuck the quota

But we all got the same rights don't we?

But five years from now i bet she see

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

We were oblivious to think that we had all the luck.

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

We were raised by just the very the best we had

Cause we fight against the sunlight

No one know what it's like