This is a song about "Whit guys"

While guys were wastin time credit

With only two songs, look at what i did

We buy out stores till its all too gone

So she takes some whit pills and says so long

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

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

Ok guys now were ready to get rolling

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

Too many guys i already slay

Deceiving the heads with prices. i'm one of the big guys.

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

To intercept the bad guys intentions.

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Her last nigga cheated just like the other guys

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice