This is a song about "White girl evelyn"

And you are not around like black fathers

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

To the white lies or white lines that constantly define

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

Then lost my faith again

Rich white and black white-washed men/

That white girl is my cater

Wolf gang, ace creator

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

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

Now i gotta exit after you

And pissing red, white, and blue

Im smoking alaskan thunderfuck, chillin with this tight white girl must be luck,

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

And he, what's his name, earl

You get paid for that girl