This is a song about "Whites who think their black"

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

Bring that shit the fuck back

Who happens to be black

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

That act black / till the upper half of their body moves so far back

Who comes here to mingle when their single

This is the shit that is makin' me cynical

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Black thoughts never explore their minds, twisted and forgotten,

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

I can't stand mc's that think their everything,

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

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