This is a song about "White chics"

White boy rappin' not an impossibility

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Face white as frank white, y'all ready to die yet?

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

Not only had the fiend died

I got that powder, i got that white

I call her, no answer

White black contrast doesn't matter

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Blood stainin black and white tops

Just a skinny white girl,

And he, what's his name, earl

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

Weak disses calling me lame cause i'm white/

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Im not just another white fellow