This is a song about "We the whiteys"

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

We were raised by just the very the best we had

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Ye we skate and ye we hate do what we do to dodge the fakes

We got the lyrics, we get the dissing, 'n we killed them bitches

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

We sip moscato, like we hit the lotto

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

We just looking in the mirror

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

That we can't forget the past.

Miami nights, made a couple grand

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

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

Everyday we will exceed the expected,

I never crack i got that chap stick