This is a song about "White girls and starbucks"

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Covering their arms with cuts and spending all their money at starbucks

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Talking of the gods you serve

And stressed... about my white past

Got a nigga in her face just gassed

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

Wale and we are not the same

I've become immune to you no name haters

Boys and girls, stop staring at the pearls.

A couple dollars harry winston stone collars

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

Straight bad bitches i run, through

And pissing red, white, and blue

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers