This is a song about "White boi swagga"

Face white as frank white, y'all ready to die yet?

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

My all gold rolly or the

White kid from suburbia

I be murdering bars

Blood stainin black and white tops

When you keep em right beside you

This is hunger games boi, and yous rue

Even though she is rich, beautiful, and white

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

Your down for the count boi here its first kill

To the white lies or white lines that constantly define

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Dope next to shots vodka emotional victory my boi rich checkmate mastery