This is a song about "White bitch on a molly"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I got loads of blunts in my lobby, i think i'll maybe pop a molly//

The sad as happy throw a smile on that bitch

Trying to give them light and a message

I'm a p.i.m.p never trick on a bitch.

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

I'm just a young nigga living on a white man's planet

I'm going off the top of the brain

Black and white sitting on a train

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

But i'm white as the writing on a blackboard so what you think of that.

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

I make it rain on a bitch like a weatherman/