This is a song about "White girls rapping"

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Let me attract your attention that you're ''singing'' not rapping, not rapping

Bun b, i’m underground king

This beat that he's rapping

Abuse paper, run through it 'til the ink's out

Me and whore white girls never workout,

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him

Rich girls don't even look at girls that was the notion