This is a song about "White bitches cars"

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Give me 2 bitches white bitches preferably

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

When bret hart meet brett farve

Run away from the cars...

I’m a motherfucking great white shark, swimming in a school of bitches/

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

You say white bitches cain't rap, come here 'cuz you gon' get a slap

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,