This is a song about "Whites"

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

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

No more deceiving from the blacks, whites, puerto ricans,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

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

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

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

The blacks and whites were segregated, separated flawlessly,

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

Poor, uneducated whites, they get the blunt of the tricks,

For blacks and the whites, but these kids hear us slaughter cops,

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars