This is a song about "You white boy"

The young white boy with weed in his backpack

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

And i like my marijuana bright

Especially if you are fucking white.

Letting off two different choppers at the same damn time

Never had the time of day to hear a white boy rhyme

A poor white southern boy, fuck it, life, i should nail it hard,

Want the title but im always fighting under card

In time we learned to live a life of crime

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

The poor southern white boy, he's like picasso for sure,