This is a song about "White crayon"

The do’s and don’ts are black and white

I know your man ain't lovin you right

When you fly as a bitch

My white ho gonna to college,

To the white lies or white lines that constantly define

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Crack to sweat - not under sun;it's when he play with his crayon.

White boy rappin' not an impossibility

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Especially if you are fucking white.

I'll never forget, never forget the night

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

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

Flow is china white, skin is diamond white,

And just for that, i'mma blow 25 tonight