This is a song about "White oaks mall"

I got that powder, i got that white

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

Especially if you are fucking white.

Parallel on the other side

Even though she is rich, beautiful, and white

I make a way for my people to see the light

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

Hit the mall up gotta spend some other dough

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Then they both went to the mall to get their mom a card of a apology

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

She said, "'ye, can we get married at the mall?"