This is a song about "White breast"

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Lashes on my chest, claw marks on my breast, my brain's set to rot.

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died

White people think i'm polite

Guess im ahead of my time

Soft white the art i twine

Either way it's white as snow

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

We share, don't wanna, cool i break, your breast, thighs, legs,

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

This one goes out to all my mack partners

To the white lies or white lines that constantly define

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

Even though she is rich, beautiful, and white

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright