This is a song about "White supremecy"

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

White kid from suburbia

White boy rappin' not an impossibility

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Blood stainin black and white tops

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

I got that powder, i got that white

To the white lies or white lines that constantly define

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

Im always on the yard like farmers

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

Man but this ain't no sign language

My white ho gonna to college,

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

Even though she is rich, beautiful, and white