This is a song about "Whit boys"

Simply out of this world by choice

Bumping heavy d and the boys

She like dudes whit lotto money from

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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

And the whit i split's got people applauding,

You should spend the night

Lookin at my boys like

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Addicted like boys on needles,

Or closed casket for our troubles

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

I think she's probably done with boys