This is a song about "White hippies"

White boy rappin' not an impossibility

Pockets on heavy d, bitch i'm hot, third degree

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

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

Especially if you are fucking white.

My conscious only knew whats half tight

And how you make the darkness seem so bright

Cut the fuckers up black or white

On my twitter writing raps, at the same damn time

To the white lies or white lines that constantly define

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

White kid from suburbia

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Whether it's white or violet

I can smell it when i go outside

Even though she is rich, beautiful, and white