This is a song about "White widow"

White boy rappin' not an impossibility

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

White kid from suburbia

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

Two grams in the chamber sure to make a widow weep,

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

No more struggling like a widow

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Weak disses calling me lame cause i'm white/

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

Gonna bone that widow and make that widow mine

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime