This is a song about "Whit egirls"

The race war, when it's us against all of them

She like dudes whit lotto money from

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

She like dudes whit lotto money from flippin lotta birds

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

So she takes some whit pills and says so long

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

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

And the whit i split's got people applauding,