This is a song about "White women rapper"

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Ross and folarin, couple women

Well quit calling me a white rapper then.

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Looking at these women

What up girl, tell me how you been

I aint afraid to hit women

She watchin' that oxygen

I wonder why we take from our women

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

A southern white rapper like me showed up,talk shit i'll get you sewed up

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Yall better stop sleeping on this little white rapper