This is a song about "White kids"

To the white lies or white lines that constantly define

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Im a don in this shit, yall kids

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Engineering, medicine, religion, fine arts, and built the great pyramids

But i'm fucking tired of seeing kids called black shit by private school fucking white kids

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

On television all we see are just these rich white kids,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids