This is a song about "White tiger"

Cut the fuckers up black or white

Must be a lady in tha light

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

White boy rappin' not an impossibility

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Even though she is rich, beautiful, and white

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Tiger, roam to start a fire for hire/

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

To the white lies or white lines that constantly define

They can not pause like right one sega

White kid from suburbia

Like i was charlie sheen, i got tiger blood, that shit causes me to be mean,

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Yeah my skin color is white,

Couple grand when i rock the night