This is a song about "White boy swag"

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

And she gon let it loose, hey

"damn, watch that white boy play."

Man im so cunning, best white boy out here stunting, im the one they discussing.

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

Never had the time of day to hear a white boy rhyme

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

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