This is a song about "White boy sucks at rapping"

Cause this white boy don't choke in places hostile

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

It sucks being a broke-ass scrawny little white dude,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

But i guess they aint never seen no white boy

Scarface, say i got that montana flow

Laylow fuckin sucks at rap and that you should know

Look, by the end of this song

It's the don rapping at the dawn

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

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

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

The young white boy with weed in his backpack

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

The poor southern white boy, he's like picasso for sure,