This is a song about "White boy making money"

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Hustle for money and making livings

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Making her money she drive a mercedes

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

Now i'm trapped in a life that you managed to destroy,

I just wanna keep it real

Making money was the ideal

White boy rappin' not an impossibility

I just want somebody i can see

And oh, i gotta find my way

"damn, watch that white boy play."

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

A white boy rapping yeah that could shock an electric eel