This is a song about "White boy in da hood"

The young white boy with weed in his backpack

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

The white boy dissing you till the peel breaks of the snake

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

Don't press ya luck when i'm pressed for time

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

But i guess they aint never seen no white boy

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

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

For crying out loud im just a white boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ