This is a song about "Whites"

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

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

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Less shitty whites bragging how there parents

The blacks and whites were segregated, separated flawlessly,

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Would it surprise you if i told you facts about the poor whites,

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

In my town whites not even allowed to rap

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

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

When i'm on it, on it like my job

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

That 53% of whites are working class with stereotypes?

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines