This is a song about "Whit boys"

And the whit i split's got people applauding,

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Boys tell me they love me

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

Fuck boys just keep envyin , (slow)

The dirty south boys,i just thank god i made it out boys,

It was simple, it was a really easy choice,

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

Simply out of this world by choice

You don't mess with 12, my boys

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks