im sitting here blank stare trying to figure out who cares bout white boy going ham on the mic click this pen you dead set trends spendn bread hard earned no curves go hard to the end cant play with me street smarts you could catch half these young theves tarts no smarts milly wap hit um with few darts click of the pen you dead white boy trying kill these bars make millions spend it on collectable cars 70 Chevelle black an red then i give back to people who cared for me werent scared had my back now im maken these stacks let them accuse me of treason night cap coke an rum money bags the reason my stacks change wit the seaons seaons greetings multiply divide put it in the ground like a seed let it rise white boy here to stay he will never die