This is a song about "White boy making money"

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

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

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

To my gunfulfillin' my destiny

I'm running out of time

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

Making money was the ideal

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

I making money everywhere i go

White boy rappin' not an impossibility

My education stopped at a high school degree

Making her money she drive a mercedes

I was underground but wasn't trying to renew the lease