This is a song about "Weed dealer boy whit fire and them girls"

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Learn it by the g code, fire under them street clothes,

The third one is mixed, white and black

The young white boy with weed in his backpack

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

Cuz i'm a twerker fresh up out the dealer all them fine

Boy and girls watch me unfold

They forgot about the fourth coast

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

And the whit i split's got people applauding,

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Asked them do you know who stole my weed

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Now it's time to eat