This is a song about "Racist white folk"

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

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

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

And your hoping that he's focused to stay on the right road

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I'm one of the best who graduated from the streets of nor-folk

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

That's why i cross the street. not 'cause i'm racist

This is roc nation and i'm not patient

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

Enough talking bout them other folk

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Might clap ya kin folk, its simpo, ya family don't matter/