This is a song about "White boy diss"

The young white boy with weed in his backpack

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

I’m just a flowing white boy who has mad haters

But i guess they aint never seen no white boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

A poor white southern boy, fuck it, life, i should nail it hard,

How i am to feel about a white boy calling me nigga,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

White boy rappin' not an impossibility

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

No benefits still a white boy never hissy fit