This is a song about "Your white"

Lonely white surbanite, welcome to your greatest fight

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

Even though she is rich, beautiful, and white

When you was leaving, did he put up a fight

Weak disses calling me lame cause i'm white/

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

White boy rappin' not an impossibility

I don't care what it did to them

Rich white and black white-washed men/

To the white lies or white lines that constantly define

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine