This is a song about "We the whiteys"

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Account the amount we are paid

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Well rick james, maury jane

Cause we fresh on the game

When i'm down and out, i get up and right

Cause we fight against the sunlight

We went off the deep end, we went absolutely crazy,

But i'm more scared of weddings than a funeral lately

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

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

We living in the 21st century

I just want somebody i can see

Yo we ain't from the ghetto but we go urban at least,

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east