White b**h never claimed to be a n***a
What the f** people talk about u go figure
Cut the Cake Average White band played
Bebopper blacks dancing to their stage
White man knew way back then
The soul of the blacks had the rhythm sound
Already stole the music your families played
Before their kids YOU started to slay
This white b**h has written her life
I miss my kids my ex can just hide
I need a f**in job a don't want your power
Times ticking on I ain't no spring flower
So if someone could spare a dime
Yeah I'll write you any f**in rhyme
I don't know sh** about this biz
But when it comes to puzzling I'm a wiz
Tell me a story I will write you a line
While you smoking or partying all good FINE
Load your dicks or grab an Uzi fire a shot
Cause this b**h ain't no floozy, afraid knot
I just really want to have a life
This cracker box is strangling I'm gonna f**in die!
Not that I'm begging.............................please :)