This is a song about "Racist white folk"

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

My balance be so tight rope

When my competition ain't much

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

An early toke, not a burly bloke, but sturdy folk

But i'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

Enough talking bout them other folk

Flow is china white, skin is diamond white,

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

"please!! rub that #white #thing on my face", you're the gayest folk

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

But i've got as much swag as a folk song,

The stand your ground laws, jim crow, just as racist,

That ice be onto my neck and wrist