This is a song about "Whit"

And the whit i split's got people applauding,

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

She like dudes whit lotto money from

So she takes some whit pills and says so long

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds

I emit confusion with my whit i'll have you trippin, help i've sunken

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one