This is a song about "White it"

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

And you know i paint that picture

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

I'm not white i fake it.. accept it, you can't faze me, you're a problem i face daily

I confess it- i'm a shitty skinny white rapper

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

It wasn't set up that way,they want us to fight each other,white black straight or half gay

Momma can't help her, but it hurts to hear her callingbrenda wants to run away

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Red on the black, white clean like it was passover

It sucks being a broke-ass scrawny little white dude,

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy

Just a white boy, i know it sounds coy.

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

A poor white southern boy, fuck it, life, i should nail it hard,