This is a song about "White crayon"

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

Rock solid like a stalagmite over betty white,

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

Whether it's white or violet

Wonder if they take it all back

If white was the new black

I got that powder, i got that white

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

Prolly cause them niggas wasn't near me, clearly

White boy rappin' not an impossibility

And pissing red, white, and blue

And all the shit you went through

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

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

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy