This is a song about "White washed"

Render you washed ashore target tuned, in, red dotted point of view ending you,

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Face white as frank white, y'all ready to die yet?

Imma be all i can be, you niggas washed up

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

Brain washed all reality is lost lines are crossed

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

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

And brain washed them all by attaching technology to their eyeballs,

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

And that happy emotion gets washed away by her anger impulses

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this