This is a song about "Whit egirls"

Thank kenny burns, though we not talking

And the whit i split's got people applauding,

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

She like dudes whit lotto money from

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds

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

So she takes some whit pills and says so long

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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