This is a song about "White angle"

Yeah, one time for the

White kid from suburbia

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

With knowledge and leverage to angle the desperate

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

My lines are angle grinders

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

Am i dumb or am i smart? from an angle, i'm glad i lost.

The you should look up in the stars

Blood stainin black and white tops

Just a skinny white girl,

And he, what's his name, earl

White boy rappin' not an impossibility

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I don't care what it did to them

Rich white and black white-washed men/