This is a song about "Whites"

In my town whites not even allowed to rap

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Not knowin' southern whites are lower class, my fuckin' life,

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

That 53% of whites are working class with stereotypes?

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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

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

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

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

Not knowin' southern whites are lower class, my fuckin' life,

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

In public schools the kids beat up when seeing shook whites,