This is a song about "White men cant rap"

God knows how i feel about my life, how i feel about holding up white men with a sharpened knife,

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

I am white but i fuck races. arrest me for this rap i've had many cases.

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

I'm raymond for rap when it's raining men

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

You say white bitches cain't rap, come here 'cuz you gon' get a slap

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

I'm white but i rap tight, inside out oreo.

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

20 racks really thats sneaker money

White people rap too, if you disagree

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

I cant apparently "rap" cuz i use multi rhymes