This is a song about "Whites people"

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

It's poor whites and poor blacks, still they hate each other,

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Blacks, whites, and puerto rocs, poor or not,

We dig the plot and never bury pot

I lived with poor blacks and poor whites in their neighborhoods,

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Believed that blacks could unite with the whites together and shake hands

Ethnic whites in new york city, tight-knit, keep close,

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

The blacks and whites were segregated, separated flawlessly,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

That 53% of whites are working class with stereotypes?