This is a song about "Whit guys"

I'm a winner , bags for disposing guys,

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

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

We on the rise, me and g, ghetto wise guys

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Making the guys who belong silent

Fuck the guys, y'all suck, surprise.

Right flows down and they might go nice

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

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

So she takes some whit pills and says so long

And we don't know no right from wrong

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

Why didn't i kill those fucking guys..

This freaking wise guys fucked

This how i hear it different