I Don’t Understand lyrics

[Verse 1: Murs]
She's always going through my phone and trying to smell my clothes
She always asking me for money like I'm selling hoes
I'm super faithful but there's nothing I can tell this ho
I. Cain't. Stand. This. b*tch
She's always telling me how much she f*cking hates her friends
They fight, they make up, they fight – and now they friends again
She cries, she laughs, and then she cries – it's like it never ends
I. Cain't. Stand. This. b*tch
She's anti-social, emotional, because she hates her father
I try to treat the psychosis but that just makes it harder
Sometimes she acts like my wife, sometimes she's like my daughter
And every time I raise my voice she say she's pressing charges
Taking all this punishment, I'm like a motherf*cking martyr
We've been together, steady forever since grade six
Love notes, Lemon Heads and them Chick-O-Sticks
It was puppy love, now all we got is dog sh*t
I. Cain't. Stand. This. b*tch

[Interlude]
So then I got a white girl (Gotta white girl, gotta get a white girl)
And I never really dated outside of my race before (Gotta white girl, gotta get a white girl)
But then I figured.. f*ck it, why not? (Gotta white girl, gotta get a white girl)
You know, my mama always said (Gotta get it, gotta get it, get a white girl)
If she can't use my comb, don't bring her home (White girl, white girl, white girl)
But now that I'm living on my own I'm like.. f*ck it (Gotta white girl)

[Verse 2: Murs]
Pretty blonde girl, from the Upper Westside
Met her at a block party out in Bed-Stuy
Could tell from her earrings and her red eyes
That this white chick really liked the dread guys
So I moved in
It was an easy win
And then I moved in
Life was easy then
I could come, I could go as I please
A doorman with my own set of keys
But she could never really relate to me
Every word that she said about my race seemed like hate to me
Guilty white liberal bullsh*t, empty empathy
Despite all the pimp in me, I had to leave eventually
Yup. Even though the rent was free
She was into self-hate, she wasn't really into me
What she wanted was a white mandingo
Big black di*k with mindset of a Gringo
[Outro]
"You can say the n-word and I can't? How is that ok?" (Mindset of a Gringo)
"It kinda.. feels like a Brillo pad."
"My best friend was black. I mean, he's still black.. we're not really friends anymore."
"Hey! Do you know a 'Tyrone Jenkins'? He just requested me.. I don't know, he's black?"