This is a song about "Whit people"

So she takes some whit pills and says so long

For tryin' to communicate through a song

Dont we have enough death , people

Lady at the frank stand will

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

The myth of a system alienating its people

From the people who control to people

Inhale my color purple

I wonder why, i sit and cry

People steal, people die,

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

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

People are people so let’s just mind our own

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

People critically commenting,