This is a song about "White and b"

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Time for you to s u c c u m b, to ma truth and see me big

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

I wish i grew up racially mixed without the black and white,

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

Smokin bowls out of bongs and sniffin lines of white

And probably think i'm comfortable because my color's white,

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

And if you think wayne's more of a king than b-i-g,

And probably think i'm comfortable because my color's white,

Niggas diewhen they try to infiltrate my crewwe never hide, we ride